Kind word
Lookin' for a kind word in a
Dark world
Under a mean spell
The golden rule is
You get what you give
So I'll wish you well
Make sure you have heard
A kind word
Kind word
I know it isn't much
But a blade of gra**
Can crack the pavement
And if enough of us
Would go against the grain
In time we'd be a green field
Dressed in God's own
Finest raiment
Soakin' up the sunshine
And laughing in the rain
I see the cardboard boxes,
The fragile houses of the lost
I see the endless line of crosses
Carved by hands of hate and war
I see the broken children
Fists of blinding rage
Have tossed us
Can we start with just
This little thing
That may lead to something more?
They say a single prayer
Can move a mountain
And I know a little faith
Can turn the tide
The need to love
And to be loved
Can soon become a fountain
That forms a river flowin'
Deep and wide
What will it take to free us
From distant hearts
And downcast eyes
To see the face of Jesus
In a stranger on the street?
Who will water seeds of Holiness
In someone we've despised
Will heaven tell
Ours were the words
That washed His hands and feet?