His Touch

Sometimes now then I feel a touch, Of one I have betrayed and cussed, At first I truly loved him much, But when going got rough I sold my soul, Of wishing for an older role, Before I fought the fight of faith, And started running repentance race, Sometimes now and then I feel a touch, Of one who I have hated much, But every time he touches me, My eyes are free to see glory, That drips from the man who died for me, And then I know that this won't last, This season of testing and longing for past, And in that moment hope is my gas, To embrace my savior at his repast, And these tears that I cry are just a sign, That my love may waiver but I have his for all time!!!!