| The same God who measured the waters in the hollows of His holy hands
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| Is the same God that uses broken man to expand His fixed plan
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| Sovereign, infinite, eternal, personal and intimate
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| Independently playing the harp with the various parts of our hearts instrument
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| A symphony of saints saved from sin singing spiritual songs
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| Pausing in awe, where all praise and all applause belongs to God
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| Stretching and bending, pitch, pruning tightening and tuning
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| It’s the residue of His resin that’s the evidence of His divine choosing
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| Using the weather and the storm to conform us into the image of our glorious
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| Lord
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| Scorn to compose a score being stitched together in melodious chord
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| It’s the strumming and pressing of strings that momentarily stings
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| But in the end it ultimately brings us to a place that causes hearts to sing
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| With Your hands, play Your song
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| Use my life I’m Your instrument
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| Tune my heart to sing Your song
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| Use my life I’m Your instrument
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| God I thank You for Your grace and Your mercy in the face of adversity
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| I never went to college, never graduated but pain is a university
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| When I hold up my diploma there’s no dilemma despite my lack of credits
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| Because Jesus paid it all, yeah that’s my story when they roll the credits
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| A life time of suffering is nothing compared to the glory being prepared
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| And we could never find a stairway to heaven or climb up a ladder to get there
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| It’s only by the merits of Christ that sinners inherit eternal life
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| So I pray we grow in dependency, strip away my self reliant tendencies
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| Organize and order my days according to Your ordinance
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| I’m an instrument in Your orchestra Lord and You are my only audience
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| Holding Your promises close and watching as Your plan unfolds
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| All for Your glory and praise playing the song that You composed
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| With Your hands, play Your song
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| Use my life I’m Your instrument
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| Tune my heart to sing Your song
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| Use my life I’m Your instrument |