Wednesday, April 18, 2012

TOUCHED BY THE MASTER’S HAND

 
The poor beggar sat at the rich man’s gate
Begging for crumbs that he might eat.
But the rich man showed no mercy
And had him thrown out into the street.
The blind man stared with unseeing eyes
As the people passed him by.
He knew that God had a purpose for him
So he did not question why,
But now the beggar can sit down to feast
And he blind man—he can see.
For they have been touched by the Master’s hand
And from pain they have been set free.
Once I like the beggar hungered
And like the blind man I could not see.
But the Master reached down His loving hand
And saved a poor sinner like me.