John has never heard the music play.
He can't speak, he was born that way.
You'd think that he'd be lonely in his quiet world.
There's a little boy from the house next door.
His daddy left when he was four.
He loves to go to John's house while his mama works.
And John shares his gift at crafting wood,
creating with his hands.
The lessons of a
carpenter his young friend understands.
He's a sign of witness.
He doesn't have to say
a word.
He's a silent witness.
Though a voice is clearly heard.
It's the voice of Jesus and his love comes shining through.
Lord help me be a silent witness to you.
There's a little girl from a hurting home.
Sometimes she feels so alone.
Lost in the confusion
of two broken hearts.
There's an old man with a mup and broom.
He cleans the floor in her schoolhouse
room and prays for her each morning as the day starts.
How he wishes he could find a way to brighten her sad eyes.
But every time he smiles at her,
but he doesn't realize.
He's a silent witness.
He doesn't have to say a word.
He's a silent witness.
Though a voice is clearly heard.
It's the voice of Jesus
and his love comes shining through.
Lord help me be a silent witness
to you.
We see it's not the things we say,
it's what we do.
Lord help me be a silent witness to you.
John has never heard the music play.