| If I were a singer
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| I’d sing my song for You
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| And my pen would point out
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| All the truth You’re made of
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| And the only thing that I could sing
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| Would be love
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| If I were a planet
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| Or better yet a star
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| I would try to show the Universe who You are
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| I would take my place among some constellation
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| I’d be visible from every observation
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| I’d be a sign among the heavens to each nation
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| And overwhelm the wise men
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| With the wonder of creation
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| These are troubled days
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| I want to live my life in a special way
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| These are troubled days
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| I want to live my life for You and point the way
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| If I were the blue sky
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| All my winds would blow for You
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| I would storm upon the night to show Your power
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| I would rage upon this earth with heavy showers
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| Hurricane upon all men to make them cower
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| Make them watch me 'til that unexpected hour
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| When You come again from Heaven’s loft tower
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| These are troubled days
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| I want to live my life in a special way
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| These are troubled days
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| I want to live my life for You and point the way
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| If I were a singer
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| I’d sing my song for you
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| And my pen would point out
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| All the things you’re made of
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| And the only thing that I could sing
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| Would be love
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| I would sing 'til the faithless ones received it
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| Until the children of Your wayward church believed it
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| I would sing it to the governments and leaders
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| To all of the writers who have misled all the readers
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| I would sing it though they jailed me and they killed me
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| Let them empty me of life, for You have filled me
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| Jesus. |
| You have filled me |