Song | In This Little Room |
Artist | Steven Curtis Chapman |
Album | Real Life Conversations/More to This Life |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Chapman, Moore | |
In this little room I put my pen to the paper, | |
To write what's in my heart down on a page; | |
With every line, a silent prayer is being lifted | |
That the song will somehow find its way | |
From this little room to your heart. | |
In this little room with just a microphone to hear me, | |
I sing what's in my heart while the music plays; | |
And with every line, a silent prayer is being lifted | |
That the song will somehow find its way | |
From this little room to your heart. | |
I close my eyes imagining your faces; | |
I see the smiles, the tears, the joys, the pain. | |
We may be strangers but I can give this song to you, | |
Because the One who gave me this song knows your name, | |
He knows your name, He knows your name. | |
In this little room tonight I'll be praying, | |
As Jesus comes to meet you where you are, | |
We'll hear His voice together if we listen, | |
And we'll find it's really not that far | |
From this little room, from this little room, | |
From this little room to your heart. |
zuo ci : Chapman, Moore | |
In this little room I put my pen to the paper, | |
To write what' s in my heart down on a page | |
With every line, a silent prayer is being lifted | |
That the song will somehow find its way | |
From this little room to your heart. | |
In this little room with just a microphone to hear me, | |
I sing what' s in my heart while the music plays | |
And with every line, a silent prayer is being lifted | |
That the song will somehow find its way | |
From this little room to your heart. | |
I close my eyes imagining your faces | |
I see the smiles, the tears, the joys, the pain. | |
We may be strangers but I can give this song to you, | |
Because the One who gave me this song knows your name, | |
He knows your name, He knows your name. | |
In this little room tonight I' ll be praying, | |
As Jesus comes to meet you where you are, | |
We' ll hear His voice together if we listen, | |
And we' ll find it' s really not that far | |
From this little room, from this little room, | |
From this little room to your heart. |
zuò cí : Chapman, Moore | |
In this little room I put my pen to the paper, | |
To write what' s in my heart down on a page | |
With every line, a silent prayer is being lifted | |
That the song will somehow find its way | |
From this little room to your heart. | |
In this little room with just a microphone to hear me, | |
I sing what' s in my heart while the music plays | |
And with every line, a silent prayer is being lifted | |
That the song will somehow find its way | |
From this little room to your heart. | |
I close my eyes imagining your faces | |
I see the smiles, the tears, the joys, the pain. | |
We may be strangers but I can give this song to you, | |
Because the One who gave me this song knows your name, | |
He knows your name, He knows your name. | |
In this little room tonight I' ll be praying, | |
As Jesus comes to meet you where you are, | |
We' ll hear His voice together if we listen, | |
And we' ll find it' s really not that far | |
From this little room, from this little room, | |
From this little room to your heart. |