by Mike Kucenski, Perry Voogt
My words have no meaning without You, Lord.
They ramble on with nothing much to say.
You take my thoughts arrange them, in a very special way.
And send Your message singing on it's way.
Every song we have, comes from You Lord!
Each one a blessing in a special way.
Every word we say, every note we play is Yours, Lord.
And we use them to sing praises and to pray.
My hands are idle without You, Lord.
Their moving in a lost and random way.
You guide them into motion and the music starts to play.
A melody to hum, throughout the day.
Every song we sing's a gift from You, Lord.
Bless every one who hears them when they play.
Keep us hunble servants Lord, as a canvas for Your hands.
Use these songs as You will, within Your plan.
© 1999 Kucenski and Voogt