Toque Minhas Mãos

The sound of a voice compared to thunder
The world in the palm of the hand
A grain of sand compared to the sea
Greatness that I can't explain

Therefore Lord, I approach you
Prostrated before the altar
I am a sinner
You are the Savior
Accept my humble praise

I raise my hands
In prayer
To reach Your throne, oh Father

Touch my hands
My being smiles at the thought of Your hands finding me
The God of all glory coming to embrace me