The comfort of contentment is in the touch of a hand
From a mother to her baby too young to understand
But knowing from the feeling of her soft gentle touch
There is one who cares and loves it so much
The comfort for God's child is in the touch of His hand
Loving and caring when our needs demand
When we are disheartened and our spirits are low
To the comforting arms of God quickly we go
The comfort of compassion is in the grasp of a hand
When grief is overflowing and there is a friend to stand
When not a word is spoken but a comforting embrace
And a hand to wipe away the tears flowing down the face
The comfort for God's child is in the grasp of His hand
For the power of healing is at His command
Leaving all to Him in faith we must
For it is comforting to know He is the one we can trust
There is comfort in a bed but it lulls us to sleep
We close our eyes to sin when instead we should weep
Comfort at a fire of fierce burning flame
But what of eternal burning when we reject Jesus name
People look for comfort in so many things
Drink and drugs and whatever but only misery it brings
God is patiently waiting; He wants to give you rest
And the comfort that He brings is comfort that is best