If I could stop one tear from falling,
If I could keep one fear from calling,
If I could help soothe away one pain,
If I could chase away one cloud of rain,
Then I would have helped to do my part -
I would have touched a wounded heart.
What is the purpose of being alive
If I just sit back and never strive -
To never help along my fellow man,
To refuse to do the best I can?
The face of God most will never see
Unless they find Him reflected in me.
The hands of God most will never feel
Unless I can show them He is real.
Lord, let me be Your hands, Your eyes.
Use me to point them through the lies,
To find what is right and just and true -
Lord, let me help them to just find You.