© 2006 David P. Wirth
With You right here
So close and near
I can believe
Until You leave
Chorus
I need to see Your hands,
Lord
I need to feel Your hands,
Lord
I need to touch Your hands,
Lord
Your nail scarred hands
Your nail scarred hands
I walked with You
I talked with You
I thought I knew
That You were true
Bridge
It’s so easy to believe when
you feel near
Things go wrong then my
belief disappears
Help me know, Lord, that
You’re always right here
With Your Word Lord my faith
will become clear
Become clear