I am a blind man trying to find the way
A deaf man with my ear to the ground
Just listening for what You say
I’ve got no voice to sing the songs written by the prophets on the subway walls
The kingdom is a golden table and we are beggars all

Are these just some words that I say aloud
Is this just the sun breaking through the clouds
Oh, I know it’s more
And I know somehow that Heaven is breaking through
And it’s You, it’s You, You

I’ve wandered deserts looking for a sign
A wild flower in a valley low
Just reaching for the light
I have no place to lay my head
No sanctuary of my own
The kingdom waits with open arms for pilgrims headed home

I am a blind man trying the way
Heaven is breaking through
And it’s You