eighty-eight by james casto
At times I cannot speak
I知 overwhelmed by you God
So I sit here in my weakness
With my piano and my thoughts
I want so much to reach you
So I reach for the ivory and wood
Where I致e got 88 keys to open your heart
88 notes to write you a song
I wish I had more to offer you Lord
But I値l do all I can with my voice and my hands
Every word, every breath, everyday I値l confess
My love for you when I play
These 88
You have heard the sound of angels
And all creation sing your name
So forgive my hesitation
To bring my simple chords and praise
I don稚 have the wealth of kings to give
You created me to love you this way
With 88 keys to open your heart
88 notes to write you a song
I wish I had more to offer you Lord
But I値l do all I can with my voice and my hands
Every word, every breath, everyday I値l confess
My love for you when I play
These 88
So here I am offering you all my broken things
A man with just one plea hammered out on 88 strings
With 88 keys to open your heart
88 notes to write you a song
I wish I had more to offer you Lord
But I値l do all I can with my voice and my hands
Every word, every breath, everyday I値l confess
My love for you when I play
These 88
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