Go Ask

Don't ask me
to explain to you
how one could start again,
or hardened hearts
could soften like a child.
And don't ask me
how to reason out
the mysteries of life,
or how to face
it's problems with a smile.

Go ask the man
who's found the way
through tangled roads
back home to stay,
when all
communications were destroyed.
Go ask the child
who's walking now
who once was crippled
and then somehow,
her useless legs
were made to jump for joy.

Go ask the one
who's burned out mind
has been restored.
I think you'll find
the questions
not as important as before.
Don't ask me
if He's good or bad,
I only know the guilt I had is gone,
and I can't tell you any more.

And don't ask me how
to prove to you
why I know God is there.
Or how I know
that He would care for you.
And don't ask me why
someone so great
would chose to walk with me,
and trade my broken life
for one that's new.

Go ask the child
whose got a dad,
to love away
the hurt he had
before this man called Jesus
touched their lives.
Go ask the one
whose fears have fled,
whose churning heart
was quieted when
someone
whispered peace to all her strife.

Go ask the man
to tell you more
whose life was just
a raging war
in spite of self
until the savior came.
I don't pretend to be so wise,
I only know He touched my eyes
and nothing else
will ever be the same.

I don't pretend to be so wise,
I only know He touched my eyes
and nothing else
will ever be the same.

And nothing else
will ever be the same.