How can it be
A fool like me
Could be given eyes
That help me see.
Your ways are hidden in plain sight
Your hand is raised
With restraining might.
Your Spirit seeks to show the way
I am almost mute
I feel so weak
But of your glory
I live to speak.
Of all your promises being yes and amen.
An unlearned man with a ready pen.
So I will be a fool for you.
There\'s nothing I would rather do.