If I Could Touch You

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 the moonbeam to dispel
this darkest night
If I could touch You, I would

If I could hear You,
Your words of anguish
If You'd just whisper in my ear
The sadness weighing down Your heart
that no man sees
If You'd 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
What you do to you brethren
You do it for Me
I am in the brokennes
and woundedness of man

Long have I waited for you to hear My cry
Long have I waited for you to answer My plea
What you do to you brethren
You do it for Me
I am in the brokennes
and woundedness of man
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 the moonbeam to dispel this darkest night
If I could touch You, I would

If I could hear You, Your words of anguish
If You'd just whisper in my ear
The sadness weighing down Your heart
that no man sees
If You'd just call me, I would sing
of flaming hope
If I could hear You, I would