I Touched The Hand Of Jesus
I touched the hand of Jesus
Things are not the same
I looked into His loving eyes
Heard Him call my name.
I felt the peace of Jesus
In sweetness, I did dwell
Serenity, all around me
Draped just like a veil.
I saw the light of Jesus
It burned upon His face
When storms raged all about me
He sheltered me with grace.
I touched the hand of Jesus
And things are not the same
I looked into His loving eyes
And heard Him call my name.
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Marilyn Ferguson
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