Why is it
when I hear a baby cry
My arms reach out in love
I can't deny?
Why is it
when I see my neighbors need
My heart is touched
to do a kindly deed?
Why is it
when I see someone alone
My instinct is to share
the love I've known?
Why is it
when I sing a hymn of praise
My spirit yearns
to follow in His ways?
Could it be
Oh could it be a sign
that deep within
this simple soul of mine
I sense by some miraculous design
My nature is divine?
Why is it
when I touch a fevered brow
I know that I
must give relief somehow?
Why is it
when I see someone with less
I'm urged within
to share my goods and bless?
Why is it
when I see a soul in sin
I long to share
the light I have within
Why is it
that a joy beyond compare
Distills upon me
when I kneel in prayer?
Oh could it be a sign
that deep within
this simple soul of mine
I sense by some miraculous design
My nature is divine?