I read about how you touched them, and they were healed.
Or even if someone just touched your cloak, they were forever changed.
You let a broken woman bathe your feet in her tears,
And you washed your best friend�s feet.
I�m just wondering though, did you ever just hug people?
I mean, I know it�s a silly question and all; I�m sure you would have,
(why wouldn�t you have?)
But it was one of those things that was never mentioned
And it got me thinking about it.
And how if there ever was a touch from you,
Sins were forgiven and sickness fell.
I think I�m caught up with my sins,
And last time I checked all my body-parts were properly working�
Nothing special here.
I�m just a kid with a heavy heart in these passing sunrises and sunsets.
I don�t think that our encounter would�ve ended up
In your gospels or anything,
�Cause all I really need is a hug. I mean that�s O.K. to imagine right?
That�s not going to be conflicting with any sort of theology, is it?
O.K. good, then hug me.
But not one of these sideways-�one arm around the neck�-type hugs,
Or the �ghetto right handclasp fist elbows to chest pat-pat on the back-back�,
Or the �you put your right arm over my right arm
And I put my left arm over your left arm�
And we make this weird sort of diagonal thing.
No�none of those. BEAR HUG ME MAN!
Take your old school carpenter arms and throw them around my upper body, Leaving my arms dangling underneath yours somewhere,
And I can barely move them �cause you�re squeezing me so hard.
(But don�t pick me up and make my back pop
Because I hate it when people do that.)
And hold me; hold me here in your arms till I start to cry�
CAUSE I WANT TO CRY!
But I just can�t seem to do it on my own.
I�ve been teary-eyed once recently, but not even enough
For a drip down my cheek.
There�s just hurt in my soul that needs to be purged,
So hold me in this hugging pose
Until the pain is flowing from my eyes and nose.
