Oh, sometimes the words just fade away...
Standing here, heart so weary, feeling lost and incomplete
Tried to raise my voice in worship, but the melody felt bittersweet
Thought I had to carry burdens, sing a tune I couldn't bear
Then a whisper in the silence, a sweet assurance filled the air
This is not my song to sing, oh no, it's Yours, Lord
When my voice is weak and fading, Your mighty hand restores, Lord
You turn my sorrow into triumph, my silence into praise
It's Your glory, Lord, resounding through all my darkest days (Hallelujah!)
Felt unworthy, couldn't utter, thought my spirit couldn't rise
But You met me in the brokenness, saw the longing in my eyes
You placed a new song in my spirit, a rhythm I now understand
It's not my strength, it's Your anointing, by Your grace I take a stand (Yes Lord!)
This is not my song to sing, oh no, it's Yours, Lord
When my voice is weak and fading, Your mighty hand restores, Lord
You turn my sorrow into triumph, my silence into praise
It's Your glory, Lord, resounding through all my darkest days (Praise Him!)
No, it's not my song, it's Yours, Lord. (Amen!)