Just To Be A Part

Just to be a part

Just to be a part of your plans, Lord

Of your plans

What can I say

How can I speak

How to convey

What this blind man sees

What this deaf man hears

Where this lame man go

Just to be a part of your plans

The clouds are gathered, for the final storm

And the trees are silent

They have seen it all

And the rain it falls, and the rain it falls

On the earth where you walked, and will walk again

Just to be a part

Just to be a part of your plans, Lord

Of your plans