Where should I begin to tell my thoughts'
What can I say that will do'
Where are the words when I need them most, to show my gratitude'

Though the times I was burdened, yet I did not fall...
Though the times I was certain there was no one at all...

His love was reaching,
An invisible hand pulling me through
His love was reaching,
Touching my life in more ways than I ever knew.

As I lay beneath the southern cross, the stars tell more than I could,
And, if the words don't say want I really mean, I pray I'm understood.

When I thought I had nothing, yet I had so much...
Though the years when it seemed we were out of touch...

His love was reaching,
An invisible hand pulling me through,
His love was reaching,
Touching my life in more ways than I ever knew.

How could I think I was living alone'
How could a man be so blind'
And how could I've come so far without his hand in mine'

His love was reaching,
An invisible hand pulling me through,
His love was reaching,
Touching my life in more ways than I ever knew.