Touch

A thorn, a rose
A blessing I suppose
An all seeing eye
Not mine to question or wonder why

For the hem, of Your garment
Lord, I am reaching up
In just one moment
You can remove from me this cup

So Lord, I am asking
And I am praying
You said seek and ye shall find
Oh, in my suffering
I am knocking
With all of my heart, soul
And knuckles combined
For Your touch

Your grace and mercy
Love and pity
A miracle, a sign
Lord, I claim Your promise as mine

So Lord, I am asking
And I am praying
You said seek and ye shall find
Oh, in my suffering
I am knocking
With all of my heart, soul
And knuckles combined
For Your touch

Through the very finger of God
We are healed by Him
And I choose to be a victor, not a victim

So Lord, I am asking
And I am praying
You said seek and ye shall find
Oh, in my suffering
I am knocking
With all of my heart, soul
And knuckles combined

So Lord, I am asking
And I am praying
In my suffering
For Your touch

Lord, I am asking
And I am praying