One Touch By Kerry Williams

Twenty-seven miles to Capernaum;
A weary dusty ride.
Winding my way through the desert roads, with a mule and the starts as my guide.
I heard there was a healer who cures the deaf and the lame
My remedies have all run dry
Only the desert remain
One touch of the hem of his garment
One touch and I am made whole
Without a sound without a word
A miracle of the Lord