He Touched Me
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He Touched Me
I was tired and overburdened
I felt illness from despair
Shall I Pray, does Jesus really care?

I felt Jesus' hand upon my shoulder
I felt strong and so much bolder.

My fatigue was lifted
It just went away.

My burdens quickly become light
Oh, what a glorious feeling.

He touched me. All was suddenly all right.

I felt the hand of Jesus
My belief and faith began to swell
He touched me. I knew that all was very well.

For Jesus placed his hand upon my shoulder.

He even called me by my name
I knew my world would never be the same.

He touched me. He showed me the way
He smiled at me and then He walked away.

Ben V. Rodriguez
(in Hospital - Stroke)
Oct. 1997
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