TITLE: The Touch of His Loving Heart By Lisa Johnson 07/06/09 |
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I don’t know if I can tell you what He means to me,
I’m not sure you’d understand a single part,
But my life’s different since He came and gave His love to me,
Since I felt the sweet touch of His loving heart.
Chorus:
His loving heart that knew no measure to its misery,
His precious blood that He shed for me so willingly,
And my life’s different since He came and gave His love to me,
Since I felt the sweet touch of His loving heart.
I walked alone in darkness and in agony,
I could not break the hold sin had over me,
But on the cross He bled and died to give new life to me,
Life that grew when He touched me with His loving heart.
Chorus:
His loving heart that knew no measure to its misery,
His precious blood that He shed for me so willingly,
And my life’s different since He came and gave His love to me,
Since I felt the sweet touch of His loving heart.
One day in the clouds I’ll see Him come for me,
I’ll join the angels singing in that jubilee,
And as we walk the streets of gold, My Savior’s hand I’ll hold,
And thank Him for the sweet touch of His loving heart.
Chorus:
His loving heart that knew no measure to its misery,
His precious blood that He shed for me so willingly,
And my life’s different since He came and gave His love to me,
And I felt the sweet touch of His loving heart,
And I felt the sweet touch of His loving heart.
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