The Gift of Music - Theocracy

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