If I could touch You, I'd heal Your broken palms If I could hold You in my arms I'd call the soft breeze to caress Your weary arms I'd call the moonbeam to dispel this darkest night If I could touch You, I would If I could hear You, Your words of anguish If You'd just whisper in my ear The sadness weighing down Your heart that no man sees If You'd just call me, I would sing of flaming hope If I could hear You, I would Long have I waited for you to hear My cry Long have I waited for you to answer My plea What you do to you brethren You do it for Me I am in the brokennes and woundedness of man Yes, you can touch Me I'm in the least of your brethren I'm in the weak and small I need your hands to bear My weary arms I need your touch to heal My wounded palms. Yes, you can touch Me Yes, you can hear Me