Reaching Out My Hand (II Samuel 6:1-11, and Luke 8:43-48)

I will reach out my hand as He comes passing by,
Although to touch the Lord will mean that I will die.
The crowds have come to welcome God into His seat,
They've made a box where He's contained all nice and neat.
We've fashioned Him into the God that we would like,
And that's the God we're welcoming with great delight.

While others sing their praises at His coming here,
I bow before His face in trembling and fear.
I know that I am weak and full of inborn sin.
I know that He is higher than all mortal men.
The rift between a mortal and the Lord divine,
Condemns the man who even tries to cross that line.

Mortality and sin infuse my every breath,
To see -- or worse -- to touch the Lord is instant death.
And yet I know that I am desperately unclean,
And only Jesus can renew my sanctity.
The only way I'll heal is if I'm touching Him.
His holy touch alone will wipe away my sin.

Apart from Him I'll die -- or touching Him I'll die!
So I reached out my hand as He came passing by.
And when I touched Him, all at once I am made whole.
He's pardoned all my sins and purified my soul.
I'm healed of all the uncleanness which has filled my life,
I am restored and only through the blood of Christ.

"Who touched me?" He has stopped and turns around His head.
I fall before His feet, my heart consumed with dread.
This moment of my freedom had, now I must die,
The price of my presumption on the Lord divine.
His eyes are soft -- will He not damn me now to hell?
He touches me! "My child, your faith has made you well."

Justice (II Samuel 4)

Lord, bind myself unto Your way,
To both Your means and ends.
And keep me faithful to obey,
And not give way to sin.

I trust You'll see Your justice done,
For You are always fair.
I keep my focus on Your Son,
Where there is no despair.

For You will never disappoint,
Those who have trust in You.
Your Holy Spirit will anoint
Their hands Your will to do.

So show us how to do Your good,
Justice for every man.
And loving others as we should,
Creating Zion's land.

Murderer (II Samuel3:22-39)

Lord, keep my hands from shedding blood,
My thoughts and actions, too,
And keep my words from maliced speech,
For that is murder, too.

And let me trust that You are just,
When I see evil done,
And not turn to my own designs,
But let You be the Judge.

And temper, too, my instincts for,
Your justice with Your mercy,
And help me see through Jesus' eyes;
Compassion for the unworthy.