Though I wanted to go, over hills and through snow
My way I'd planned like no one else could
I would go through lands, in the desert , in the forest
I would sing my song, but in vain
For this plan of mine, was complete in all it's ways
I would hide for fears, and stand on barricades
To be someone, and not to be lonely
I would sing a song, without a voice
But then I met the Maker of the Plan
How could He see me if I'm just a grain of sand
He told me as My Father He has always known my ways
My worth, my song.
He gave me a voice to sing, during the road, all along
So these plans I made, were troubled on it's ways
Cause life is more than we can ever create
What are my tasks, my responsibilities
I will sing the song, but where's my voice
But then I met the Maker of the Plan
How could He see me if I'm just a grain of sand
He told me as My Father He has always known my ways
My worth, my song.
He gave me a voice to sing, during the road, all along
Only one step away, is the door of my heart
To open it, and let You a part
Of my life, my joys, my sufferings and choices
Now I'll sing with You the song, You are the Voice
God, You are the Maker of the Plan
You see me even when I'm just a grain of sand
as My Father You have always known my ways
My worth, my song.
You gave me my voice to sing
God, You are the Maker of the Plan
You see me even if I'd be just a grain of sand
As My Father You have always known my ways
My worth, my song.
You gave me my voice to sing this song, during the road, all along
Thank you so much...
kristelll1 5 months ago