Theocracy - The Gift Of Music

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 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 [Solo: Val] 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