Toque Minhas Mãos
Laura Morena
Touch My Hands
The sound of a voice compared to thunder
The world in the palm of the hand
A grain of sand compared to the sea
Greatness that I can't explain
That's why, Lord, I come to you
Prostrated before the altar
I am a sinner, you are the savior
Accept my humble praise
I raise my hands
In prayer
To reach your throne, oh father
Touch my hands
My being smiles at the thought
Of your hands finding me
The God of all glory coming to embrace me
The sound of a voice compared to thunder
The world in the palm of the hand
A grain of sand compared to the sea
Greatness that I can't explain
That's why, Lord, I come to you
Prostrated before the altar
I am a sinner, you are the savior
Accept my humble praise
I raise my hands
In prayer
To reach your throne, oh father
Touch my hands
My being smiles at the thought
Of your hands finding me
The God of all glory coming to embrace me
I raise my hands
In prayer
To reach your throne, oh father
Touch my hands
My being smiles at the thought
Of your hands finding me
The God of all glory coming to embrace me
The God of all glory coming to embrace me
