written by Bill and Gloria Gaither:
Don't ask me to explain to you how one could start again
or hardened hearts could soften like a child.
Don't ask me how to reason out the mysteries of life
or how to face it's 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
and then somehow her useless legs were made to jump for joy.
Go ask the one who's burned out mind has been restored
I think you'll find the questions not as 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 any more.
Don't ask me how to prove to you why I know God is there
or how I know that He would care for you.
And don't ask me why someone so great would chose to walk with me
and trade my broken life for one that's new.
Go ask the child whose 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 strive.
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.