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Thank you, Lord, for touching me

I love you very much.

But I still don't think I'd make it

Without your precious touch.



At times when all around me,

Is turmoil, fear and doubt,

Somewhere deep inside me

You place a little shout.



What would I be without you?

I'd dread to even know.

Your love has spared me many griefs.

I'll tell the world it's so.



Oh, Jesus, could I spend some time

Just sitting at your feet?

And listening as your voice drives out

Each worry troubling me?



My heart cries out to serve you--

Even when I fail.

Your touch upon my heartstrings

Is like wind against a sail.