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The One who died for me
There is a song of songs playing within my heart
Within my soul a serenade to lull angels off to sleep
And all creation hum the tune, it's the sounds of Heaven
My redeemer has risen, through his scars we are set free
Do you know the strength of the ocean's mighty tide?
Or the exact amount of constellations in the skies?
What greater love is there, than a man who lays down his life
poured out of His soul everlasting water, meant for you and me
There is a song of songs playing within my dreams
visions of clouds and living colors, rainbows of crested streets
children's melodious laughter, seraphs and cherubs rejoice and sing
the mighty throne of God twinkling with rubies, diamonds and pearls
And to think my Redeemer cares if I am standing before the throne
the Kingdom of my Savior has now become my home
and what's the sound I hear? Of the earth's mighty cry?
praying to be reunited with the One who gave it all?
Who will ever be able to describe the Father's amazing love?
Like rain falling from the sky, or a hurricane tearing down forests
earthquakes that shatter oceans and eclipses to blind the stillness
Who can begin to praise the God who knows all creation by name?
His grace is never ending, when all else fades away
from the lips of the old and young, your children know Your praise
And I scream Hallelujah, I will worship you all of my days
For you are my father, my only hope in an ever-changing world
There is a song of songs playing within my heart
I am but an instrument, to be used by the Living God
out of my fingers pour psalms and hymns yet to be discovered
for eternity I will live, just to bring Glory to His name
He is my Beloved, the lover of my soul
the One who moves my Spirit to tears and He tears down all my fears
I am but an flower in my Father's majestic garden
I'll blow in the wind but my roots are firm
Because I am standing on the foundation of the One who died for me
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