The Masters Touch
The Masters Touch
Your gentle touch
has saved my life
healed the wounds
of a life of strife.
Your gentle touch
has helped me see
the ripened fruit
of the living tree.
Your gentle touch
grabbed me by the hand
and pulled me from
the sinking sand.
Your gentle touch
reached down from the cross
and purchased me
at great cost.
Your gentle touch
will carry me home
and I will kneel
at your throne.
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