Pocket Full Of Rocks A Worshipper's Prayer
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
Chorus:
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
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
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
Oh but till then I’ve given you my life
