The memory...sitting in a church service...Daddy steps to the pulpit...mother on the piano or organ...they start singing...
Just another touch Lord from you,
To help in the trials I go through.
Though dark may be the night,
It brings a ray of light,
When I get a touch, Lord, from you.
...the sweet, soothing presence of God covers the congregation...tears flow as we once again realize we cannot make it without His touch.
Tonight, I sat down at my piano and started singing this beautiful old chorus. I felt His presence come and rest on my spirit. What a beautiful experience when I get..."just another touch" from my sweet Lord.
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