In the stillness of the night, I seek a gentle hand,Reaching out through shadows, where light begins to stand.In the touch of Jesus, whispers soothe my soul,Binding up the broken, making the wounded whole.Beneath the weary stars, where dreams dare to unfold,The warmth of His presence, a comfort to the cold.In His embrace, I find a peace that never fades,In the gentle touch, my every fear He allays.His hands, a healing balm, soft as morning dew,In every touch, a promise, a love forever true.Guiding through the darkness, His light forever near,In His gentle touch, I find my burdens disappear.Oh, to feel His presence, a solace in the storm,In the gentle touch of Jesus, my spirit is reborn.With every whispered prayer, He draws me close and kind,In the touch of Jesus, my restless heart aligned.