Small room, small boy, small eyes
A dusty light bulb swings gently above
Small bed, small hands, small head
On his knees with love

Small thoughts, small dreams, small tears
He pours out his heart to God
Small face, small voice, small words
I heard everything he said

Dear God I know you’re there
Even though I’m deaf and blind
I can see you really care
Because I’m still alive

When I was burning in that fire
I heard you call my name
I could easily die tomorrow
But be free from all this pain

I just want to thank you now
For the life that I still have
Please bless every soul around the world
Every soul both good or bad

© 6/10/1997
William Grant Preston

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