Milagre

In the middle of the crowd she cried
And slowly tried to touch Jesus
She was sure then, that he was the owner of the anointing
And touching with certainty she would find a solution
In the middle of the crowd she suffered
And felt discrimination from many without love
But crying she insisted, suddenly she succeeded
And with faith in her clothes she touched

Suddenly he stopped, kindly asked
Someone different touched me here
She looked at him, and with a trembling voice she said
My Lord, it was me who touched you like this
And my illness came to an end

Who touches him
Is sure that at that moment is blessed
Has virtue, has anointing, the sick are healed
He stops and attends those who touch with faith
He has already come
Surely he is among this crowd
Go ahead by faith, reach out your hand
Touch differently like that woman

Touch him by faith now that he is here
The virtue and anointing that will come from him
Will burn illness and heal you, brother
Feel Christ, ask Christ, touch Christ just to see
The miracle in your life happen today
He is among us, reach out your hand

Touch him (touch him)
Touch him (touch him)
Touch him by faith, brother