He Touched Me...

He Touched Me


I stood in the church that day broken and weak,
Too scared to pray and too sad to speak.
As she approached me with vial in hand
That held healing oil…did I understand?
She asked to anoint me, I bowed my head
In her gentle touch I felt God instead.

He touched me.
He held me there.
The pain became less of my burden to bear
He touched me.

In the quiet of night, my arms full of love
I offered prayers to God above-
A gift small but grand, a difficult task
To raise my child, how can I? I asked
My babe reached up to stroke my face
I felt that small hand but God’s infinite Grace.

He touched me.
He held me there.
The pain became less of my burden to bear
He touched me.

I worried about what I cannot control.
I ached for assurance for their tender souls
The devil has haunted my dreams in the night
But God reached out with his beacon of light.

He touched me.
He held me there.
The pain became less of my burden to bear
He touched me.