If I Could Touch You Himig Heswita

If I could touch You, I'd heal Your broken palms
If I could hold You in my arms
I'd call the soft breeze to caress Your weary arms

I'd call the moonbeam to dispel this darkest night
If I could touch You, I would

If I could hear You, Your words of anguish
If You'd just whisper in my ear
The sadness weighing down Your heart that no man sees
If You'd just call me, I would sing of flaming hope
If I could hear You, I would

Long have I waited for you to hear My cry
Long have I waited for you to answer My plea
What you do to you brethren You do it for Me
I am in the brokennes and woundedness of man

Long have I waited for you to hear My cry
Long have I waited for you to answer My plea
What you do to you brethren You do it for Me
I am in the brokennes and woundedness of man

If I could touch You, (Yes, you can touch Me)
I'd heal Your broken palms (I'm in the least of your brethren)
If I could hold You in my arms (I'm in the weak and small)
I'd call the soft breeze to caress (I need your hands to bear)
Your weary arms (My weary arms)
I'd call the moonbeam to dispel (I need your touch to heal)
This darkest night (My wounded palms)
If I could touch You, (Yes, you can touch Me)
I would