Small Great Things - Daniel Amos

She cast her dragnet

Out on the ocean

Pulled out a debt and a sinking dream

All she had left was

Her devotion

And heaven knows that’s everything

He staggered blind up

To the altar

And left a cup filled with a drunkard’s faith

In their disguises

They pass each other

The Savior’s eyes in a foreign face

No, they aren’t walking on the water

They aren’t wearing their angels' wings

Wayward sons and fragile daughters

A touch of faith, enough for small great things

They’re unaware they

Moved a mountain

With fumbled prayers and their bloodied knees

God’s ruined hands

They’ve read about them

They’ve never touched them, but they still believe

No, they aren’t winning every battle

Life is tough, and death--still, it stings

Doubt comes on and faith is fragile

Just a touch, enough for small great things

No, they aren’t walking on the water

They aren’t wearing their angels' wings

Wayward sons and fragile daughters

A touch of faith, enough for small great things

No, they aren’t walking on the water

They aren’t wearing their angels' wings

Wayward sons and fragile daughters

A touch of faith, enough for small great things