Who am I, so tiny, so small and so slight?
A drop from the ocean, a speck in the night.
A pebble of sand from a faraway shore.
What could I sing that would praise the Lord more?
The angels are singing, crying holy so loud.
Their songs fill the heavens. They dance on the clouds.
Their trumpets go blaring. Their harps strum and ring.
What more could I offer? What song could I bring?
The Saints dressed in white stand with wings outspread,
They roar with great joy at the words God has said.
The sound of his voice makes the darkness take flight.
He speaks and the day is divided from night.
The heavens bow down and the earth shouts his name.
The oceans applaud and the stars do the same.
He’s the King of all kings and Lord of all lords.
Protector, Provider. Forever adored.
But wait! There’s a sound that the heavens still miss—
A whisper, a shout, like a soft little kiss.
The angels can’t sing it nor can the mountains roar—
It’s the song from my heart, and God’s longing for more.
Be silent, you valleys. Be still, you blue skies.
I have a new song that must now arise.
My Father is waiting to hear it from me,
The one little tune missing from his great sea.
I’ll sing of his mercy. I’ll sing of his grace.
I’ll sing of his arms and his kind, warm embrace.
I’ll sing of the way he has carried me through.
Oh, what could I sing? I will sing what is true.
I’ll sing how he made me, how carefully planned,
How gently he shaped me with love in his hand.
I’ll sing of his kindness, his mercy made known—
A song only I can bring to his throne.
This is what I must sing—the song from my soul,
The tune that completes Heaven’s glorious goal.
For what could I sing to magnify the Lord?
My heart’s simple praise—pure, humble, adored.
