Sitting down tonight to a guitar strum and:
Silent, wordless, everything was still. You breathed us, yearned for us. Our hearts began to thrill. A brand new creation. A symphony written from above, written out of love. Let me be your instrument, let me be your voice, let me be the reservoir. Where thirsty hearts rejoice, let me be the hand that wipes the tears away. Oh Lord, if it be your will. Let me be your song
A violin, a piano, each one has a role. Major or minor, or just a single note, so take the time to stay in tune. Cause we'll never know, when we're called to play. It could be today. A song of hope for the hopeless, a song of comfort for the pain, a song that warms the frozen heart that it might beat again.
For what am I but a single breath, that only you sustain the less I get in the way,
The more the master can let the music play
So let me be your instrument
Let me be your voice
Let me be the reservoir
Where thirsty hearts rejoice
Let me be the hand
That wipes the tears away
Oh Lord,
If it be your will
Let me be your song
The more the master can let the music play
So let me be your instrument
Let me be your voice
Let me be the reservoir
Where thirsty hearts rejoice
Let me be the hand
That wipes the tears away
Oh Lord,
If it be your will
Let me be your song
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