A Worshipper’s Prayer

Well, I would love to sing You something
That was never sung before
Using words no one has thought of
Without all the cliché chords

I would sing a song much different
I would craft a work of art
But for now this all eludes me
So listen to my heart

'Cause here I am
And like a thousand times before, I sing again
And when all my simple words have found their end

Once again I'm even more amazed
By the beauty and the mystery of Your ways
Oh, how marvelous to hear You call my name

So when there's nothing left to bring
And there's no song left to sing
Here I am

Well, I have spoke of things that honestly
I did not understand
And in Your name I've sang my songs
All for praise of men

But You have never left me lonely
You have never let me down
And when I came to You, a pauper
You placed on my head a crown

So here I am
And like a thousand times before, I sing again
And when all my simple words have found their end

Once again I'm even more amazed
By the beauty and the mystery of Your ways
Oh, how marvelous to hear You call my name

So when there's nothing left to bring
And there's no song left to sing
Here I am

Maybe on the other side of Heaven
I will speak
With words that can describe
All that my heart feels for my King

And maybe with the angels
I will find the perfect rhyme
But till then
I'm giving you my life

Here I am
And like a thousand times before, I'll sing again
And when all my simple words have found their end

Once again I'm even more amazed
By the beauty and the mystery of Your ways
Oh, how marvelous to hear You call my name

When there's nothing left to bring
And there's no song left to sing
Here I am