Blessings In Disguise

If these feet weren’t meant for stumblin’
and these bones weren’t meant for crumblin’
then I would have no need to sing this song

If these words weren’t meant to be spoken
and this heart weren’t meant to be broken
then there would be no right or wrong

Don’t you cry, mama don’t you cry
my failures they may be
Blessings in Disguise

If this soul weren’t meant for yearnin’
and this mind weren’t meant for learnin’
then I would have no need for grace at all

And if I could not see his light in the dark
and the hounds of heaven didn’t bark
then I would never hear my Lord’s call

Indescretion plagues us all
some deliberate, some misunderstood
Isn’t it peculiar how we seem to learn more
from the bad than we do from the good?