I Was Touched

God breathed into my lungs to live Then he touched my hands to give, He then touched my soul to help and care And then he touched my lips, and I said a prayer. He touched my legs for me to carry And he touched my feet so never to tarry Then he touched my eyes for me to see And to help bring people comfort and glee. Then he touched my back So, from sweat and work I would not lack, Then he softly touched my mind So, unto others I would be grateful and kind. Then God he touched my ears So, that I could hear other people's fears, Then at last he touched my heart Then from indifference and worries I did depart. God breathed into my lungs Then he whispered to me in many tongues Never by hate, bigotry or racism will I be clutched Because by God, I was touched. Randy L. McClave