A voice,
A single voice.
Singing out with musical wonder.
How can such a voice be forceful, yet so soft at the same time?
How can such a strong powerful voice come from such a little thing?
A young blonde girl stands up the pulpit. Just barley 16 and no taller then 5'2.
The choir standing at attention behind her.
Ready, ready for the choir master's cue.
The music starts, the choir sings.
The pretty little blonde girl stands there.
microphone in hand, waiting of the first verse.
It comes, she sings.
The choir sings with her as the trumpet sounds.
The holy ghost falls and heaven rejoices.
Hearts are open, tears fall down.
A young girl
A single voice, a gift from God,
Finishes the song.
People are praying through. God's work is moving.
It moved through a young girl,
Her single voice.
Her love for God,
Made the walls come crashing down.
A single voice.
Singing out with musical wonder.
How can such a voice be forceful, yet so soft at the same time?
How can such a strong powerful voice come from such a little thing?
A young blonde girl stands up the pulpit. Just barley 16 and no taller then 5'2.
The choir standing at attention behind her.
Ready, ready for the choir master's cue.
The music starts, the choir sings.
The pretty little blonde girl stands there.
microphone in hand, waiting of the first verse.
It comes, she sings.
The choir sings with her as the trumpet sounds.
The holy ghost falls and heaven rejoices.
Hearts are open, tears fall down.
A young girl
A single voice, a gift from God,
Finishes the song.
People are praying through. God's work is moving.
It moved through a young girl,
Her single voice.
Her love for God,
Made the walls come crashing down.