Thoughts of Grace

His Touch

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.

Luke 18:36-43
And hearing the multitude pass by, he asked what it meant. And they told him, that Jesus of Nazareth passeth by. And he cried, saying, Jesus, thou Son of David, have mercy on me. And they which went before rebuked him, that he should hold his peace: but he cried so much the more, Thou Son of David, have mercy on me. And Jesus stood, and commanded him to be brought unto him: and when he was come near, he asked him, Saying, What wilt thou that I shall do unto thee? And he said, Lord, that I may receive my sight. And Jesus said unto him, Receive thy sight: thy faith hath saved thee. And immediately he received his sight, and followed him, glorifying God: and all the people, when they saw it, gave praise unto God.