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There
was no voice, No
music in my tone;
And
then He touched me! I
wanted something worthy to give my Lord,
He
redeemed my wretched life; I
wanted to sing in melody or harmony,
He
raised up gifts in me, And
not have it sound like a groan.
And
now my heart sings!
There
was no sight,
And
then He touched me! No
beauty in what I saw;
He
redeemed my wretched life; I
wanted something worthy to give my Lord,
He
raised up gifts in me, I
wanted to paint pictures as a great artist,
And
now my heart sees! And
not have a single flaw.
There
was no word, No
message in my talk; I
wanted something worthy to give my Lord,
And
then He touched me! I
wanted to be a great speaker to crowds of people,
He
redeemed my wretched life; Without
having them get up and walk.
He
raised up gifts in me,
And
now my heart speaks!
When
He touched me, He
redeemed my wretched life, And
raised up gifts in me, And
now my heart sings, For
He raised up gifts in me, And
now my heart sees, That
He raised up gifts in me, So
that my heart speaks, Of the redeemed
life and gifts that He can raise up
in You!
Selah
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