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