Make Me Whole

Yea, Lord: I believe that Thou art the Christ, which should come
The Son of God
But I do not understand
Touch my eyes and bid them see
That my gaze might pierce the veil
And behold the wondrous scene
That, in dreams, I've long beheld
Oh, touch my heart and bid it know
That ev'ry sorrow here
Is but a moment's tear
And Thou wilt make me whole again
Touch my ears and bid them hear
All the glory of Thy truth
That my hope might come of faith
And no more require proof
Oh, touch my heart and bid it know
That, while in darkness here
The Light is ever near
And Thou wilt make me whole again
Then touch my lips and bid them sing
Songs of everlasting praise
That my soul might then believe
And give thanks through all my days!
Oh touch my heart and bid it know
That ev'ry breath I take
Is by Thy tender grace
And Thou wilt make me whole
And Thou wilt make me whole
Oh, Thou wilt make me whole again



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Writer(s): Robert Gardner
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