Touch of a Touch [7/30]
A touch of a touch - It doesn't mean much To you To you A brush; A touch of a touch A lingering rush Too late To hide My blush.
In the rain-washed blooms of eventide I hear a call I know I am not for this world But heaven's halls And glimpses of this holy realm Shine through decay For all the evil in this world Shall pass away. From the blood-washed cross on Calvary I hear a cry "It is finished" - seismic roar Thunder splits the sky Man of Sorrows, guiltless lamb Murdered for our sin He paid the price unbearable Our errant souls to win. In dew-washed sunrise of the morn I see a tomb An empty place, now washed in grace In sacrifice perfumed For He who raised Himself from death Raises me to life And now He shelters me in love - All righteous in His eyes In lilac scen