His Hand on my shoulder?

I really don't know how to say it. I try so hard to hold it down.
The final song was just too much for me. I really tried to control my sobbing, hoping for someone standing near by to put their arms around me and weep with me.

"Many hearts are hungry tonite.
Many trapped in darkness, yearn for the light,
So many who are far from home,
And many who are lost,
Lord your wounded children need
The Power of the Cross.

Chorus
As bread that is broken,use our lives;
As wine that is poured out, a living sacrifice;
Empower us Father to share the love of Christ
As bread that is broken Lord, use our lives

Help is to begin where we are
Help us love the people, near to our hearts
Then give our faith a mission field
Whenever You may call
Lord love Your World, through each of us
Until we touch them all.

I wept for my own incapacity to love as Christ would love;
I wept for more to understand this love;
I wept for so many who are out lost, lonely, trapped, far from a home: without a safe place.
I wept for wounded believers who are in need of wounded healers.
I wept for wounded pastors in wounded churches who need friends who will weep with them and strengthen them.
I wept for them who waits somewhere out there without someone to share this love with them
So few broken bread, so little poured out wine.

LORD HELP US TO BEGIN WHERE WE ARE!
DID I FEEL HIS HANDS ON MY SHOULDER?
Was His hands upon many shoulders? I notice many with red eyes after the service

Thanks be to God..