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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