Singer Of Songs

Im not a savior and Im not a saint
The man with the answers I certainly aint
I wouldnt tell you, whats right or whats wrong
Im 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 babys laugh
And feel the joy it brings
Yes, I do it with the songs
That I sing

Im not a prophet and Im not a priest
Im not a wise man, whos come from the East
I wouldnt tell you whats right or whats wrong
Im 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
That I sing

Im not a great man
I dont claim to be
But when I meet my Maker
And He questions me

I wont hang my head
I will stand proud and strong
And say, I was a singer
Lord, I was a singer
Yes, I was a singer of songs