Songtext von Small Great Things

She cast her drag net 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 drunkards 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