Monday, 30 April 2012

TOUCH

When I was far from light
Within this world of lies
A Man called Jesus touched my eyes
And gave me sight.

My leprous wounds were seen:
Men heard my plaintive plea
A Man called Jesus handled me
And made me clean.

Bowed down, I had to wait,
Powerless to show my face:

A Man called Jesus touched in grace
And made me straight.

Beyond man to forgive,
Fixed in what all me fear,
A Man called Jesus touched my bier
And made me live.

27/04/12

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