Letras
I am not the craftsman
I've been crafted by God
Not by my own hand
But by fingers awed
As a tree I once stood tall
At the trunk i was cut down
I was humbled thin and small
But somewhere you saw a crown
Through humbling pain I was made
To make a sound that would never fade
God plucks my strings for a harmonious melody
Let it resound forever in me
God plucks my strings for a harmonious melody
Let it resound forever in me
In times of drying become strong
In times of glueing become one
One instrument to play
One proof of your great ways
Through humbling pain I was made
To make a sound that would never fade
God plucks my strings for a harmonious melody
Let it resound forever in me
God plucks my strings for a harmonious melody
Let it resound forever in me
I will sing your song, till I am gone
Because your ways, are always grace
God plucks my strings for a harmonious melody
Let it resound forever in me
God plucks my strings for a harmonious melody
Let it resound forever in me