Tocar Tu Manto Señor

Next to your feet I want to rest,
to let myself be carried away by your love
Next to your feet no words can be articulated,
no voice has a place.

Next to the Master, I want to sit
and tell Him I love Him, in prayer.

Touch your mantle, Lord,
Wash the feet of my God,
Knowing that my crown
is to be with You. (twice)

Next to your feet,
Your peace surrounds me,
strings of love,
capture my being
Next to your feet,
Your voice pierces
my soul and my being
that longs for you so much.

Next to the Master, I want to sit
and tell Him I love Him, in prayer.

Touch your mantle, Lord,
Wash the feet of my God,
Knowing that my crown
is to be with You.