You Touch Me, Lord

You touch me, Lord,

In the rain.

Washing away,

All the guilt and the pain.

You touch me, Lord,

In the snow,

Cleansing my heart,

And making me whole.

You touch me, Lord,

In the wind.

Tossing me into,

A new direction.

You touch me, Lord,

In the hail.

Pouring upon me,

The will to prevail.

You touch me, Lord,

In the jubilant rays.

Heating me up,

To serve you always.

pamela snedeker-depew GtG

Filled with compassion, Jesus reached

out his hand and touched the man.

Mark 1: 41a NIV