(Written as song lyrics)
© Stan Sanford July 23, 2001
My body’s tired and worn.
The day’s been hard on me.
I’m like a child, new-born
When she quietly
Touches me.
She touches me.
She has the healing touch.
She takes away my pain,
And I need her so much
To make me whole again.
She has the healing touch.
The magic in her skin
Has loving power’s such
That I am healed again
When she touches me.
She touches me.
I’m troubled and confused.
The world has bent my brain;
But then my mind’s renewed
When she once again
Touches me.
She touches me.
I ache deep in my soul—
My failure and my sin.
I am again made whole,
When my closest friend
Touches me.
She touches me.
Great job Stanley! I have always heard and practiced this:"The greatest gift a man can give his children is to love their mother." Obviously you do as I did also.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Roger! That is a great philosophical concept of family.
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