One touch of Your hands

And the blind can see

One touch of Your hands

And the prisoner is free

With just one touch

You calm the sea

Reach out, Dear Lord

Touch me.

 One touch of Your hands

And the dead are raised

One touch of Your hands

And sinners are saved

With just one touch

The lame run free

Reach out, Dear Lord

Touch me.

One touch of Your hands

And the deaf hear song

One touch of Your hands

And the weak are strong

With just one touch

Evil bends its knee

Reach out, Dear Lord

Touch me.

Sandra Boyte, Copyright 2004

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