Lyrics
I brought the stones
So rough, so plain
Unworthy hands
But hope remained
Oh, Lord, have mercy
Hear my plea
Touch these stones
Bring light to me
And as He reached with love so grand
The dark was broken by His hand
What could I be
When touched by His hand
An empty life made part of His plan
From common and broken
To shining anew
When touched by His hand
He makes me true
Like the old violin
Worn and scarred
Dismissed as worthless
Its music marked
But when the master begins to play
Its song becomes a hymn of praise
So here I stand, I give my all
To feel His touch, to hear His call
What could I be
When touched by His hand
An empty life made part of His plan
From common and broken
To shining anew
When touched by His hand
The weak things are strong
The lost are found
The blind will see
The deaf hear sound
The Lord of mercy
Can lift the least
By His touch
The soul finds peace
What could I be
When touched by His hand
An empty life made part of His plan
From common and broken
To shining anew
When touched by His hand
If He could only touch me too
If He could only touch me too