Blessed are the meek I told myself as I walked in
with all of my resevations where would I begin
whispering from his wheelchair fighting hard to say
"I've waited here a long time; what will we do today?"
I'll be your hands I'll be your feet
I'll be whatever you need
you"ll that ray of light and hope
when I can't see
we'll pick up all the pieces
when the world falls apart
I can help with what I have
Will (and) you can help me with my heart
I hardly even noticed an hour turned to three
time had burned the boundaries enough for me to see
I was blinded by my own fears 'til finally clued in
and I knew he did not need me as much as I did him
I'll be your hands I'll be your feet
I'll be whatever you need
you"ll that ray of light and hope
when I can't see
we'll pick up all the pieces
when the world falls apart
I can help with what I have
Will (and) you can help me with my heart
And if I ever get the chance to see his smile again
I hope that it's in heaven and I hope that I fit in
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