I cannot help the blind to see like my God from up on high but I can help another believe light can be found 'neath a clouded sky
I cannot cause the deaf to hear no matter how hard I try but I can listen to another's fear, be the shoulder on which they cry
My Lord can cause the dumb to speak and free them from their silence And prehaps I can talk with the bleak speaking words that may give guidance
Some souls are trapped in the darkest night And never could I bring freedom But while the Lord shines out His light I can show them his great kingdom
Others stumble on their uneven roads And I cannot be their path But I can bring them to the Lord's abode Bringing The Way within their grasp
I wasn't made to raise the mountains, Or become mighty like the sea but perhaps I can be a little fountain saving not the forest, but at least a tree
I could never save the world but I can do something. We all can, and if we do then the world needn't feel so dark. We can seek the darkness and always find it or we can seek the light and leave a little where ever we go for another to find.