Touch

They ran throughout that whole region and carried the sick on mats to wherever they heard he was. And wherever he went—into villages, towns or countryside—they placed the sick in the marketplaces. They begged him to let them touch even the edge of his cloak, and all who touched him were healed. – Mark 6:55-56 NIV

Raise me from this grave, O Lord
Breathe into these lungs
Touch my eyes that I might see
Touch my ears that I might hear
Touch my tongue that I may speak
Touch my heart and fill me

O Lord, my paths are dark and blurry
Fix my focus - Light my way
My body is weak and so my faith
Yet - I still believe
Be strong in me, O Lord
Make me strong in You
Your way, your will - my heart's desire
Breathe into this life.

Raise me from this grave, O Lord
Breathe into these lungs
Touch my eyes that I might see
Touch my ears that I might hear
Touch my tongue that I may speak
Touch my heart and fill me

Pour me out
And fill me up
You're everything
that I could want
The cross I carry
My will to bury
Given up, washed away
Raised from the grave for your glory

Raise me from this grave, O Lord
Breathe into these lungs
Touch my eyes that I might see
Touch my ears that I might hear
Touch my tongue that I may speak
Touch my heart and fill me

Keep The Faith… Carpe Diem