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Lord, let me touch the wound in Your side, let me kiss Your hands and Your feet...let me caress Your precious brow where each thorn made a crease; for Your scars are the prints of peace..."

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the stripes on His back, the crown of thorns
a hammer & three rusty nails
opened a fountain of grace and release
when those scars became the prints of peace

let me touch the wound in His side
let me kiss His hands and His feet
let me caress His precious brow
where each thorn made a crease
for these scars are the Prints of Peace

can I explain the depths of His love
that led Him to die on the cross
my soul fills with rapture, my praise cannot cease
when I look upon the Prince of Peace

Draw me nearer, nearer blessed Lord
to the cross where thou hast died
Draw me nearer, nearer blessed Lord
to thy precious bleeding side

let me touch the wound in His side
let me kiss His hands and His feet
let me caress His precious brow
where each thorn made a crease
for these scars are the Prints of Peace

and I worship the Prince of Peace