[Unearthed: Redemption Songs, 2003] - A Singer of Songs
I’m not a savior, and I’m not a saint. The man with the answers I certainly ain’t. I wouldn’t tell you what’s right or what’s wrong. I’m just a singer of songs.
But I can take you for a walk along a little country stream. I can make you see through lovers’ eyes and understand their dreams. I can help you hear a baby’s laugh and feel the joy it brings. Yes, I can do it with the songs I sing.
I’m not a prophet, and I’m not a priest. I’m not a wise man who’s come from the East. I wouldn’t tell you what’s right or what’s wrong. I’m just a singer of songs.
But I can take you to a city where a man was crucified. I can tell you how He lived, and I can tell you why He died. I can help proclaim the glory of this mighty king of kings. Yes, I can do it with the songs I sing.
I’m not a great man. I don’t claim to be. But when I meet my Maker and He questions me, I won’t hang my head. I will stand proud and strong and say, “I was a singer. Lord, I was a singer. Yes, I was a singer of song.”