a song of testimony and invitation
It wasn’t until I needed so much,
It wasn’t until I fell,
It wasn’t until I needed so much
That I wanted the Master’s touch.
It wasn’t until I heard how He cared
It wasn’t until I learned
It wasn’t until I heard how He cared
That I wondered would He want me?
He reached down to pick me up in His hand;
He reached down to give me life;
He reached down to pick me up in His hand;
And He set my path on high.
Now I walk in His ways each day and each night;
Now I listen for gentle words;
Now I tell everyone I meet about Him
And what He will do for them.
So if it is you who is needing so much,
So if you are all alone,
So if it is you who is needing so much,
Call on Him who can make you whole.
So if it is you who is needing so much,
You will want the Master’s Touch.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem