How can the blind man bear the burdened distance to the end,
when the lame man's limbs are the blind man's only friend?
How can the truth be told if trust has lost its tenacious voice,
and in silence sits the free man, caught in chains of constricted choice?

How can the strong man stand the seductions of the dead,
when the weak man's strength is the strong man's only bread?
How can the rich repair the ruptured fabric of the earth,
when with poverty pays the poor man, who questions what life is worth?

How can the wise man feed the craving need for his knowledge,
when the proud and foolish man's ignorance takes him hostage?
How can the daring man dare to dine and dance with the unknown,
while the terror of the timid man, tares apart his skin and bones?

How can any type of human, hold enough hope within his hands,
when the hope that’s found within them, is finer than desert sand?
For if hope is to grow from a single grain, it cannot be placed in any man.
It's only in Christ, can he be sustained, for it's only been him since the world began.