A fearful, desperate fatherPleads for his dying daughterComes, exhausted from sorrowAnd falls at His feetPale, bleeding, her intentTo touch the fringe of His garmentBut, found out, fearfully now, she falls at His feetLife and healing in Him meetThe dark demonic must retreatAll they'd hoped for and moreThey found at His feetBruised, bleeding and uncleanHe'd lived the life of a bad dreamFrom the tombs he came tremblingAnd fell at His feetWith his own voice he was pleadingA darker voice, threatened, deceivingHe sought impossible freedom, there at His feetLife and healing in Him meetThe dark demonic must retreatAll they'd hoped for and moreThey found at His feetOne rose, one healed of her bleedingOne delivered of thousands of demonsEveryone of them found freedom,There at His feetLife and healing in Him meetThe dark demonic must retreatAll they'd hoped for and moreThey found at His feetThey found at His feet
