Life bruised the man from brutal blows;
Tormented, his heart did cry.
Forsaken, he felt all alone,
And he asked God, "Why, oh, why?"
Poor health drained him of all his strength,
And friends left him all alone.
He wandered aimlessly in search
Of a place to call his own.
"Unclean, unclean!" you'd hear him cry,
And people would move away.
Except for one man who said, "Come!
There's healing for you today."
He had heard them call him Jesus
When he met Him on the street.
Jesus reached down and touched the man
Who fell prostrate at His feet.
Then Jesus took him by his hand,
And He said, "My son, arise!
Go to the priest and show yourself."
The man couldn't believe his eyes.
His once-scarred flesh was now restored
As Christ raised him up to stand.
You could hear him shout, "Praise to the Lord!"
As it echoed throughout the land.
When friends and fam'ly looked at him,
They couldn't understand.
With joy he cried and then replied--
'Twas the touch of the Master's hand!"
Copyrighted by Linda J. Stevenson.
For permission to use, please contact: Ljstevenson1@juno.com
FAMILY MUSIC RESOURCES: www.MaryRiceHopkins.com
About Me
- LINDA
- I was born in the naval port of Norfolk, Virginia, the daughter of a US Navy Master Chief. With the exception of 1 year living in Boston, Mass.,and two years in Hanau, Germany, I have lived in the historic state of Virginia all my life. I now reside in the beautiful Roanoke Valley. Though raised in a Christian home, I was in my early 20’s before making a commitment of my life to Christ. Since then I have spent many years in full-time ministry. I am currently employed as an accountant with a Christian child care center in Roanoke and also serve as the Office Manager and Scheduling Coordinator for singer and songwriter Mary Rice Hopkins who resides in California.
