I remember hearing it in my teens and twenties and thinking that the refrain—"See me, feel me, touch me, heal me"—could be a prayer, and at times I even uttered it as such. It is only now, after a few years of participating in the Catholic practice of Adoration, that I can also hear the rest of the lyrics as part of that prayer, to be prayed at the feet of Jesus on the Cross:
"Listening to you, I get the music. Gazing at you, I get the heat. Following you, I climb the mountain. I get excitement at your feet. Right behind you, I see the millions. On you, I see the glory. From you, I get opinions. From you, I get the story."More unexpected, however, is that I now also hear the first few lines as going not only from me to Jesus, but also from Jesus to me—
"Then he said to them, 'Why are you troubled? And why do questions arise in your hearts? Look at my hands and my feet, that it is I myself. Touch me and see, because a ghost does not have flesh and bones as you can see I have.' And as he said this, he showed them his hands and his feet." [Luke 24:39-40]—as though the risen yet compassionately scarred Jesus were singing to me, "See me, feel me, touch me—and be healed!"
Which in my mind transforms these words not only into a call to adore, but also into an invitation to receive.