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?