Kind word,
Looking for a kind word in a dark world under a mean spell,
The golden rule is: you get what you give,
So I'll wish you well, make sure you have heard a kind word,
Kind word.

I know it isn't much, but a blade of grass can crack the pavement,
And if enough of us would go against the grain, in time, we'd be a green field, dressed in God's own finest raiment, soaking up the sunshine and laughing in the rain.

Kind word,
Looking for a kind word in a dark world under a mean spell,
Golden rule is: you get what you give,
So I'll wish you well, make sure you have heard a kind word,
Kind word.

I see the cardboard boxes, the fragile houses of the lost,
I see the endless line of crosses, carved by hands of hate and war,
I see the broken children,
Fists of blinding rage have tossed us,
Can we start with just this little thing that may lead to something more'

Kind word,
Looking for a kind word in a dark world under a mean spell,
Golden rule is: you get what you give,
So I'll wish you well, make sure you have heard a kind word,
Kind word.

They say a single prayer can move a mountain,
And I know a little faith can turn the tide,
Our need to love, and to be loved, can soon become a fountain,
Forms a river, flowing deep and wide.

What will it take to free us from distant hearts and downcast eyes'
To see the face of Jesus in a stranger on the street'
Who will water seeds of holiness in someone we've despised'
Will Heaven tell ours were the words that washed his hands and feet'

Kind word,
Looking for a kind word in a dark world under a mean spell,
Golden rule is: you get what you give,
So I'll wish you well, make sure you have heard a kind word,
A kind word,
A kind word,
A kind word.