Toca em mim

Like a potter, with your hands shape the vessel
Like clay, I want to feel your hands molding my being
Oh, come and break in me what doesn't serve, make me new
because only with your touch, I know my life will change

Touch me Jesus, touch me
with your hands marked on the cross
hands of victory hands of power
touch me

Your hand calms the storm
when you stretch out your hand, there is no lack of provision
like the blind man in Jericho was healed
with your touch, make hell be silent
in your hands, I know, there is power and authority.

Touch me Jesus, touch me
with your hands marked on the cross
hands of victory hands of power
touch me
Touch me Jesus, touch me
with your hands marked on the cross
hands of victory hands of power
touch me