She cast her drag net
Out on the ocean
Pulled out a debt and a sinking dream
All she had left was
Her devotion
And heaven knows that's everything

He staggered blind up
To the altar
And left a cup filled with a drunkards faith
In their disguises
They pass each other
The Savior's eyes in a foreign face

No they aren't walking on the water
They aren't wearing their angels wings
Wayward sons and fragile daughters
A touch of faith enough for small great things

They're unaware they
Moved a mountain
With fumbled prayers and their bloodied knees
God's ruined hands,
They've read about them
They've never touched them but they still believe

No they aren't winning every battle
Life is tough and death still it stings
Doubt comes on and faith is fragile
Just a touch enough for small great things