Spilling out on paper.
Pouring out these words You've put in me
Creating with my Maker
Overflowing passions, unveiled for all to see.

Oh, free, free, free.
Becoming all you have called me to be.
My fingers play the strings,
words, sounds, stained across the screen.

My heart, knows nothing but glory
Its forgotten its ebony,
Its lost its sense of history
Its holding on to one thing, eternity.

Eternity with my King.
Thats why my heart makes my fingers sing
Its the gift I can bring,
A holy wedding offering