| Song | The Gift of Music |
| Artist | Theocracy |
| Album | As the World Bleeds |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Close your eyes, you little dreamers | |
| Numbered as the grains of sand | |
| Do you believe there is a treasure you can’t hold in your hand? | |
| Stewards of My great Creation | |
| I will give this gift to you | |
| A language that can speak your heart when words could never do | |
| The melodies will give you wings to fly above Creation | |
| Whenever you can’t find the words to say | |
| So My child, I give this gift to you and all the nations | |
| So you can give it back to Me one day | |
| See the child, ashamed and broken | |
| Words can never come out right | |
| Dreams of failure dance in his head every single night | |
| But twelve words in a simple language suddenly make sense somehow | |
| That little boy, once shy and awkward, stands before you now | |
| The melodies will give you wings to fly above Creation | |
| Whenever you can’t find the words to say | |
| So My child, I give this gift to you and all the nations | |
| So you can give it back to Me one day | |
| Music is Your masterpiece, Your signature and smile | |
| The glorious crown jewel of all Creation | |
| Gave a voice and sense of wonder to this lonely child | |
| Whose melodies ring forth Your coronation now | |
| And the strings crescendo like the sunrise in the sky | |
| The percussion section thunders like the stormclouds | |
| In their wonder up on high | |
| The brass is roaring like the mighty ocean’s tide | |
| Creation is music, and music is Creation | |
| All the earth, a symphony of balanced majesty | |
| All of life, a melody with four-part harmony | |
| The rhythms march in great complexity | |
| Creation is music, and music is Creation, let it sing |
| Close your eyes, you little dreamers | |
| Numbered as the grains of sand | |
| Do you believe there is a treasure you can' t hold in your hand? | |
| Stewards of My great Creation | |
| I will give this gift to you | |
| A language that can speak your heart when words could never do | |
| The melodies will give you wings to fly above Creation | |
| Whenever you can' t find the words to say | |
| So My child, I give this gift to you and all the nations | |
| So you can give it back to Me one day | |
| See the child, ashamed and broken | |
| Words can never come out right | |
| Dreams of failure dance in his head every single night | |
| But twelve words in a simple language suddenly make sense somehow | |
| That little boy, once shy and awkward, stands before you now | |
| The melodies will give you wings to fly above Creation | |
| Whenever you can' t find the words to say | |
| So My child, I give this gift to you and all the nations | |
| So you can give it back to Me one day | |
| Music is Your masterpiece, Your signature and smile | |
| The glorious crown jewel of all Creation | |
| Gave a voice and sense of wonder to this lonely child | |
| Whose melodies ring forth Your coronation now | |
| And the strings crescendo like the sunrise in the sky | |
| The percussion section thunders like the stormclouds | |
| In their wonder up on high | |
| The brass is roaring like the mighty ocean' s tide | |
| Creation is music, and music is Creation | |
| All the earth, a symphony of balanced majesty | |
| All of life, a melody with fourpart harmony | |
| The rhythms march in great complexity | |
| Creation is music, and music is Creation, let it sing |
| Close your eyes, you little dreamers | |
| Numbered as the grains of sand | |
| Do you believe there is a treasure you can' t hold in your hand? | |
| Stewards of My great Creation | |
| I will give this gift to you | |
| A language that can speak your heart when words could never do | |
| The melodies will give you wings to fly above Creation | |
| Whenever you can' t find the words to say | |
| So My child, I give this gift to you and all the nations | |
| So you can give it back to Me one day | |
| See the child, ashamed and broken | |
| Words can never come out right | |
| Dreams of failure dance in his head every single night | |
| But twelve words in a simple language suddenly make sense somehow | |
| That little boy, once shy and awkward, stands before you now | |
| The melodies will give you wings to fly above Creation | |
| Whenever you can' t find the words to say | |
| So My child, I give this gift to you and all the nations | |
| So you can give it back to Me one day | |
| Music is Your masterpiece, Your signature and smile | |
| The glorious crown jewel of all Creation | |
| Gave a voice and sense of wonder to this lonely child | |
| Whose melodies ring forth Your coronation now | |
| And the strings crescendo like the sunrise in the sky | |
| The percussion section thunders like the stormclouds | |
| In their wonder up on high | |
| The brass is roaring like the mighty ocean' s tide | |
| Creation is music, and music is Creation | |
| All the earth, a symphony of balanced majesty | |
| All of life, a melody with fourpart harmony | |
| The rhythms march in great complexity | |
| Creation is music, and music is Creation, let it sing |