Singer Of Songs

I'm not a savior, and I'm not a saint

The man with the answers I certainly ain't

I wouldn't tell you what's right or what's wrong

I'm just a singer of songs

But I can take you for a walk along a little country stream

I can make you see through lovers' eyes and understand their dreams

I can help you hear a baby's laugh and feel the joy it brings

Yes, I can do it with the songs I sing

I'm not a prophet, and I'm not a priest

I'm not a wise man who's come from the east

I wouldn't tell you what's right or what's wrong

I'm just a singer of songs

But I can take you to a city where a man was crucified

I can tell you how he lived, and I can tell you why he died

I can help proclaim the glory of this mighty king of kings

Yes, I can do it with the songs I sing

I'm not a great man. I dont claim to be

But when I meet my maker and he questions me

I won't hang my head. I'll stand proud and strong

And say, I was a singer

Lord, I was a singer

Yes, I was a singer of songs