If you talk about life's accomplishments My words would be for you I don't have much to boast of I can't compare fame to you No stories of places Of splendor devine But if you talk about my Father I have plenty of time
Tongues can never tell Words can never spell What he means to me Webster can never Define his majesty He's the author And the finisher And everything between He's almighty And he's a Father to me
In creation His spoken words Put chaos in place In his likeness He formed me From a hand full of clay A million of his stars Light up the black sea He's awesome and he's Father to me
