The Gift of Music from Theocracy's As the World Bleeds, 2011.
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Lyrics:
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
[Solo: Val Allen Wood]
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
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