Don’t ask me to explain to you how one could start again,
How hardened hearts could soften like a child.
Don’t ask me how to reason out the mysteries of life,
Or how to face its problems with a smile.
Go ask the man who’s found the Way
Through tangled roads back home to stay,
When all communications were destroyed.
Go ask the child who’s walking now,
Who once was crippled, then somehow
Her useless legs were made to jump for joy.
Go ask the one whose burned out mind has been restored;
I think you’ll find the questions not important as before.
Don’t ask me if He’s good or bad;
I only know the guilt I had is gone,
And I can’t tell you anymore.
Don’t ask me how to prove to you why I know God is there
And how I know that He could care for you.
Don’t ask my why Someone so great would choose to walk with me
And trade my broken life for one that’s new.
Go ask the child who’s got a dad
To love away the hurt he had
Before this Man called Jesus touched their lives.
Go ask the one whose fears have fled,
Whose churning heart was quieted
When Someone whispered “peace” to all her strife.
Go ask the man to tell you more
Whose life was just a raging war
Inside himself until the Savior came.
I don’t pretend to be so wise;
I only know He touched my eyes,
And nothing else will ever be the same.
Oh, I don’t pretend to be so wise;
I only know He touched my eyes,
And nothing else will ever be the same.