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 goes
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
