I paved the way for Your echo The silence deafening
When my call drowned out in ego Cuts You off before You speak
I crane my neck for reply In quiet answering
I’ll raise my voice one last time the stillness sings to me

If sufficient is my trouble and Your grace
Which one will win at the end of these dark days? If sufficient is my trouble and Your grace

I’ve tossed and turned four hundred years Laid low in suffering
Whose cause derives from my own fears And my father’s before me

If sufficient is my trouble and Your grace
Which one will win at the end of these dark days?
If sufficient is my trouble and Your grace (“Listen and consider the lilies and sparrows”)

When both my lungs gave out and I was all alone And in my weariness I found no strength to roam With bated breath, I knelt and bowed my head to pray But I was quiet long enough to hear You say,

“Listen and consider the lilies and sparrows”
Am I worth more than all the lilies and sparrows? Spare me a lily, Lord, and save me a sparrow