Before Thee I kneel, with an honest heart.
Seeking, I am, for the touch of the Hand.
A wave gently moves through the air.
The wind picking up speed. The breeze, catching my hair.
It is then I feel the touch of the hand.
Both loving and strong, allowing me to understand.
We must come together, the Spirit and I,
I must look within as I close my eyes.
I must see the future as written long ago.
For I will see my destination.
My Spiritual path, How it changes and grows.
My life’s mission, Showing me where to go.
I see now. I must reach out.
The hand that touches me, Guides my hand out.
Out I must reach. Out I must go. Out I must teach.
I am chosen to show. I have survived. I have been healed.
I have been blessed. My fate is sealed.
My Spirit met my Soul. My Soul came to me.
I went to pray upon my knees.
It was then the magic happened.
I was touched by the hand.
Everything came together.
A miracle was planned.
Just as I willed it, The Lord came through.
The wind began to sing, as the breeze blew.
My eyes were opened. It was then I knew.
I was healed. I have a mission.
I am to love and to share. I am to prepare to rise.
I see now. I must reach out.
The hand that touches me, Guides my hand out
