To hear the smallest part
of His voice is Heaven
taking root in our hearts
The One who gave us air
The Lord, Heir of all things
The air that fills our lungs
Can we thank Him enough?
To know a fragment of
His mind or His heart is
your talent, my true love
Your ears were given dear
techniques that tune into
His people’s lives on Earth
Your eyes reflect His eyes
Seeing a way forward
A way to be mended
To see the smallest part
of His light is heaven
taking a load off life
I see you bring this light
down to Earth and music
from Heaven plays and plays
You hear and see more than
the smallest part, and know
more than fragments of Him
My true love, go and serve
Pick up the signals and
your pieces of treasure
Share His love as Heaven
opens its arms for us