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Singing A Solo Again

I've been asked to sing a solo for a women's meeting at church this month. The evening will include dinner and the theme is Women At The Well. I'll be singing a song about the woman whose faith was so strong that she knew if she could but touch the hem of the Saviour's clothes she would be healed. Here are the words.

CLOSE ENOUGH TO TOUCH
words and music by Linda Kinghorn Leavitt and Kenneth Cope
Arranged by Randy Kartchner


I've suffered much
and given all
For many healers care
but nothing better, only worse
an overwhelming load to bear
Until I'm ready to lay down and die
But from the window I hear this hope filled cry
A Man named Jesus
He's come to heal us
And suddenly, my faith comes alive
If I get close enough to touch
Close enough to heal
Somehow I know, I'll be whole
If I'm close enough
Close enough to feel
His healing power so real
now I believe, there's a miracle for me
If I'm close enough to touch.

I press my way, through the crowd
and touch the Master's clothes
A perfect cure, felt deep inside
He turns to ask
I turn to hide
I'm afraid to reveal what was done
How I called on His power to right this wrong

But this is Jesus,
He's here to heal us
I fall at His feet, and tell Him
I came close enough to touch,
close enough to heal
Faith let me know
I'd be whole
If I was close enough
Close enough to feel
His love for me, so real
I will believe
there are miracles for me
When I'm close enough to touch

As He turns to leave
His eyes seem to say
Just believe
Always believe
That He's close enough to touch.

Comments

  1. will you be taping it?????? i hope so, then you can post it and then we can all hear your voice which i'm sure is a gift. go read what i wrote in response to your comment about my film short.

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  2. You know, I hadn't thought about taping it. I'll have to ask about that.

    I will now toddle off to read your comment. :grin:

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  3. Anonymous7:55 PM

    I love that song. . . you'll be stunning, (If it isn't over already, I didn't notice dates)

    M

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  4. I have just been given the assignment to sing this song at a stake fireside also... Im not familiar with the program, are you able to tell me a bit about this womans story behind the song? dang, im a soprano, this song is gona be tough =(

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  5. Hi Niika,

    The story behind the woman this song is about? It's in the Bible. A woman had suffered for years with 'an issue of blood' and was unable to be healed no matter what healer she went to or what she did. When she heard about Christ, her faith was such that she simply knew if she touched him, touched his robe, that she would be healed. You're right, it's a lower range song and I'm more of an alto so it worked for me.

    Best of luck! :)

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