Make Me Whole

Yea, Lord: I believe that Thou art the Christ, which should come The Son of God But I do not understand Touch my eyes and bid them see That my gaze might pierce the veil And behold the wondrous scene That, in dreams, I've long beheld Oh, touch my heart and bid it know That ev'ry sorrow here Is but a moment's tear And Thou wilt make me whole again Touch my ears and bid them hear All the glory of Thy truth That my hope might come of faith And no more require proof Oh, touch my heart and bid it know That, while in darkness here The Light is ever near And Thou wilt make me whole again Then touch my lips and bid them sing Songs of everlasting praise That my soul might then believe And give thanks through all my days! Oh touch my heart and bid it know That ev'ry breath I take Is by Thy tender grace And Thou wilt make me whole And Thou wilt make me whole Oh, Thou wilt make me whole again