There's a woman who bled for a dozen years
All she had to console her were her tears
But she was made whole when she touched your wears

You alone art God

This other man was born blind
He looked for solution but couldn't find
But when you came into the picture sorrows went behind

You alone art God

There's hope for a tree that is cut down
That it will bud again and leave the ground
At the scent of water running through the ground

You alone art God