I hear a voice I cannot hear,
I see a face I cannot see,
with eye of faith and open ear
I know someone has come to me.
I feel a hand I cannot feel,
a part of me and yet apart,
I feel a touch that is so real,
so deep inside my heart of heart.
I sense my problems almost cease,
a mark on me without a trace,
so lifted up my soul in peace,
I feel the fullness of His grace.
For one with so much misery,
I'm happy, Lord, You visit me.
-- by Pete Voelz 10/07
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