Song | The Gift of Music |
Artist | Theocracy |
Album | As the World Bleeds |
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Close your eyes, you little dreamers | |
Numbered as the grains of sand | |
Do you believe there is a treasure you can’t hold in your hand? | |
Stewards of My great Creation | |
I will give this gift to you | |
A language that can speak your heart when words could never do | |
The melodies will give you wings to fly above Creation | |
Whenever you can’t find the words to say | |
So My child, I give this gift to you and all the nations | |
So you can give it back to Me one day | |
See the child, ashamed and broken | |
Words can never come out right | |
Dreams of failure dance in his head every single night | |
But twelve words in a simple language suddenly make sense somehow | |
That little boy, once shy and awkward, stands before you now | |
The melodies will give you wings to fly above Creation | |
Whenever you can’t find the words to say | |
So My child, I give this gift to you and all the nations | |
So you can give it back to Me one day | |
Music is Your masterpiece, Your signature and smile | |
The glorious crown jewel of all Creation | |
Gave a voice and sense of wonder to this lonely child | |
Whose melodies ring forth Your coronation now | |
And the strings crescendo like the sunrise in the sky | |
The percussion section thunders like the stormclouds | |
In their wonder up on high | |
The brass is roaring like the mighty ocean’s tide | |
Creation is music, and music is Creation | |
All the earth, a symphony of balanced majesty | |
All of life, a melody with four-part harmony | |
The rhythms march in great complexity | |
Creation is music, and music is Creation, let it sing |
Close your eyes, you little dreamers | |
Numbered as the grains of sand | |
Do you believe there is a treasure you can' t hold in your hand? | |
Stewards of My great Creation | |
I will give this gift to you | |
A language that can speak your heart when words could never do | |
The melodies will give you wings to fly above Creation | |
Whenever you can' t find the words to say | |
So My child, I give this gift to you and all the nations | |
So you can give it back to Me one day | |
See the child, ashamed and broken | |
Words can never come out right | |
Dreams of failure dance in his head every single night | |
But twelve words in a simple language suddenly make sense somehow | |
That little boy, once shy and awkward, stands before you now | |
The melodies will give you wings to fly above Creation | |
Whenever you can' t find the words to say | |
So My child, I give this gift to you and all the nations | |
So you can give it back to Me one day | |
Music is Your masterpiece, Your signature and smile | |
The glorious crown jewel of all Creation | |
Gave a voice and sense of wonder to this lonely child | |
Whose melodies ring forth Your coronation now | |
And the strings crescendo like the sunrise in the sky | |
The percussion section thunders like the stormclouds | |
In their wonder up on high | |
The brass is roaring like the mighty ocean' s tide | |
Creation is music, and music is Creation | |
All the earth, a symphony of balanced majesty | |
All of life, a melody with fourpart harmony | |
The rhythms march in great complexity | |
Creation is music, and music is Creation, let it sing |
Close your eyes, you little dreamers | |
Numbered as the grains of sand | |
Do you believe there is a treasure you can' t hold in your hand? | |
Stewards of My great Creation | |
I will give this gift to you | |
A language that can speak your heart when words could never do | |
The melodies will give you wings to fly above Creation | |
Whenever you can' t find the words to say | |
So My child, I give this gift to you and all the nations | |
So you can give it back to Me one day | |
See the child, ashamed and broken | |
Words can never come out right | |
Dreams of failure dance in his head every single night | |
But twelve words in a simple language suddenly make sense somehow | |
That little boy, once shy and awkward, stands before you now | |
The melodies will give you wings to fly above Creation | |
Whenever you can' t find the words to say | |
So My child, I give this gift to you and all the nations | |
So you can give it back to Me one day | |
Music is Your masterpiece, Your signature and smile | |
The glorious crown jewel of all Creation | |
Gave a voice and sense of wonder to this lonely child | |
Whose melodies ring forth Your coronation now | |
And the strings crescendo like the sunrise in the sky | |
The percussion section thunders like the stormclouds | |
In their wonder up on high | |
The brass is roaring like the mighty ocean' s tide | |
Creation is music, and music is Creation | |
All the earth, a symphony of balanced majesty | |
All of life, a melody with fourpart harmony | |
The rhythms march in great complexity | |
Creation is music, and music is Creation, let it sing |