The Masterís touch in kindness sweet, my troubled heart did soothe.
I felt His love around me flow, my guilt He did remove.
My sins He bore and for loves sake, He took me by the hand
and led me out of Satanís grasp into the promised land.
He bled for me. His pain I caused, as did all mortal man.
But I shall always long to feel and touch my masters hand.
To feel the prints my sins did bore into His Godly flesh.
My elder Brother died for me that I might conquer death.
Like Judas, who for silverís price, betrayed Him with a kiss.
For less, did I betrayed my Lord, with things Iíve done amiss.
I sought the praise of wicked men, whose counsels I did keep.
But I, like Judas, now cast their silver at their feet.
With humble heart and out-stretched hands, I seek to make amends.
I long again His hands to touch, His feet my tears to cleanse.
Then I shall see the prints I placed upon my Masterís hands.
And I shall weep, My Lord, My God, thou are the Great I Am.