When the morning broke I stepped into the road
And felt the dust between my toes
With a downcast face and shoulders that were braced
To carry twelve years of shame
The path it was closed
The town alive with hope
But the blood that stained my clothes
Kept me stealing my glances alone
Then I caught a glimpse of your face within the crowd
On the way to Jairus’ house
And so I pushed past until my shadow cast
All it’s frame on your back
My eyes they were closed
Down to my last hope
As I grabbed your clothes
You brought healing right there on the road
You called me out and you chased away my doubts
With one word from your mouth
As the crowd looked on you wrapped my in your cloak
And sent me out on the road
With a heart that’s never closed
And always dares to hope
That the dust on my clothes
Carries healing wherever I go
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