If I Could Touch You
-Fr. Manoling Francisco
If I could touch You, I'd heal Your broken palms.
If I could hold You in my arms,
I'd call the soft breeze to caress Your weary arms.
I'd call a moonbeam to dispel this darkness nights.
If I could touch You, I would.
If I could hear You, Your words of anguish.
If You'll just whisper in my ear
The sadness, weighing down Your heart that no man sees.
If You just call me, I would sing of flaming hope.
If I could hear You, I would.
Long have I waited for you to hear My cry.
Long have I waited for you to answer My plea.
Waht you do to your brethren, you do it for Me,
I am in the brokenness and woundedness of man.
Yes, you can touch Me.
I'm in the least of your brethren;
I'n in the weak and small.
I need your hands to bear My weary arms.
I need your touch to heal My wounded palms.
Yes, you can touch Me.
Yes, you can touch Me.
