by sarah faithy ~ this is old and kind of....well old, but its finished, no less!
Every word - every phrase - its all a cliche' nothin new to You.
yet somehow you talerate my attempts to express all of my passion
and despite my imperfection you still call me to Your presence.
(Chorus)
You are my song, my symphany
my Creator and my King
You are the rhyme and rythme to all my poetry
You are more then alll these things (to me)
this is my melody - my melody to You
my breath, my life -a living sacrifies to you
and somehow you rejoice when I welcome you right where I am
and to spite my inconfidence you keep showing me You're the Great I Am
(Chorus)
Jesus, I have not but this paculiar tune to bring
and its worth nothing fit for a King
See, I cant really believe you see something in nothing
but then I always had a hard time trusting