Within Reach
Alone in this crowd, don’t know why I’m here—
No answers from doctors in all of these years.
I’m well out of reach of the end of my rope.
I’ve nothing that’s left in myself to have hope.
If I could just get a bit closer—
Just to feel that shadow pass over me.
My old friends would laugh if any remained—
To seek out a cure from a “madman” sounds insane.
But what if it’s him—the Savior at last?
There’s no one who wants me—an unclean outcast.
If I could just get a bit closer—
Just to feel that shadow pass over me.
If I could get within reach
Of that healing that I’ve heard him preach,
Could I stretch my hand out
Past my critics and doubt?
My life blood flows out and with it my joy.
I’ve spent all my means, every new trick employed.
But maybe while He is distracted with crowds
I’ll slip in and out and not make any sound.
If I could just get a bit closer—
Just to feel that shadow pass over me.
And here is my chance. The crowd presses in—
No one will notice if I just touch His hem.
Words and Music by Bill Stutzman
Copyright 2006 Bill Stutzman/Songsmith Stutzman Music