who am i

The days seem heavy
A thickness in the air
looking to drag us down
distract us from the truth
to quiet a voice
for without a voice how will they know
for without the light how will they see
if i say not a word... the things I do
will they know it is Jesus in me...

No glory to my path...
Feet trod upon ground fresh
little have come this way
for it is narrow
Many go the way which is wide
I fail to lift my voice
or point the way
for without a voice how will they know
for without the light how will they see
if i say not a word... the things I do
will they know it is Jesus in me...