I cannot touch what I long to hold,
for those arms would not be His arms.
O Maker of arms! and Granter of wishes!
Let me feel Your unseen touch around me;
then the sight of all that pretty skin
will recall me to your embrace.
for those arms would not be His arms.
O Maker of arms! and Granter of wishes!
Let me feel Your unseen touch around me;
then the sight of all that pretty skin
will recall me to your embrace.