| In this little room I put my pen to the paper
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| To write what’s in my heart down on a page
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| With every line, a silent prayer is being lifted
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| That the song will somehow find its way
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| From this little room to your heart
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| In this little room with just a microphone to hear me
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| I sing what’s in my heart while the music plays
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| And with every line, a silent prayer is being lifted
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| That the song will somehow find its way
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| From this little room to your heart
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| I close my eyes imagining your faces
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| I see the smiles, the tears, the joys, the pain
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| We may be strangers but I can give this song to you
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| Because the one who gave me this song knows your name
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| He knows your name, He knows your name
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| In this little room tonight I’ll be praying
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| As Jesus comes to meet you where you are
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| We’ll hear His voice together if we listen
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| And we’ll find it’s really not that far
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| From this little room, from this little room
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| From this little room to your heart, oh to your heart
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| From this little room, this little room to your heart |