A yearning whispers to my heart
Lord, more of YOU I need . . .
not rituals, traditions, riches
lectures, forums, creed ~

I don't need more education
religion, ceremonies and such . . .
Oh, no, my sweet Lord Jesus
what I need's A Brand~New Touch ~

A touch that's like no other
bathing me from head to toe . . .
transforming, restoring, refreshing
like no other touch I know ~

A Brand~New Touch of power
of Faith ~ of Joy ~ of Love . . .
allowing me to know beyond a doubt
I'm not beneath~but, am ABOVE ~

ABOVE life's tribulations
and satan's every wile. . .
above those doubts that paralyze
the myths that so beguile ~

ABOVE life's transcient vagaries
that drain and leave me dry . . .
don't need lofty opinions
that keep me wondering 'WHY' ~

ABOVE dark clouds that hover
of oppression's shadowland . . .
Oh, precious Jesus, what I need is
A Brand~New Touch of The Master's Hand!

Mary Carter Mizrany
April 12, 2006
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