Wide-Eyed and Mystified

I wonder when this poison seed made a root and grew a weed I wonder when I taught my feet not to walk down certain streets I want to feel what I believe: that we are all the same It's not our houses, it's our hearts 1000 miles apart You stay there, a

What is the measure of a life well lived If all I can offer seems too small to give This is a song for the weaker, the poorer And so-called failures Little is much when God's in it And no one can fathom the plans He holds Little is much when God's in