Just one touch From the Master’s Hand, And the fever Has to cease. Just one touch From the Master’s Hand, And the captive Are set free....

Bed of affliction: how often do we all strive, strain, and fight against the very thing that sometimes God has purposed for good? Not...

This tower of fear Holds me captive, This prison All my own. The tormentors Come to mock me, And say that I’m all alone. This stronghold...