Greater Than Ordinary

there have been those who could walk
the endless walk of faith
and those who have lived to triumph over
fire and grave
and I’ve stood here watching as those they call
something great and powerful
while it seems I’m nothing at all
there have been those who could speak
the words of a saint
and those who fought to be heroes over
thunder and rain
and I’ve stood here watching as those they call
something strong and remembered
while it seems I’m nothing at all

oh, Jesus, why am I here as only me?
what can I say
so that it’s you that they see?
I’m humble and broken
of deepest devotion
make me loud so they hear you
soft so they feel you
and teach me, make me, mold me
to greater than ordinary

there have been those whose lives
were scarred and touched
by the dreams once unlived, then made real
they’ve seen so much
and I’ve hoped alone that I wasn’t too late
as they go and become
while it seems I’m nothing great
there have been those whose lives
were thought of and free
as the stories pour forth endlessly and age with time
reaching me
and I’ve hoped alone that I wasn’t too late
as they speak and outlive
while it seems I’m nothing great

oh, Jesus, why am I here as me?
what can I say
so that it’s you that they see?
I’m humble and broken
of deepest devotion
make me loud so they hear you
soft so they feel you
and teach me, make me, mold me
to greater than ordinary.