Testo What I Am

Somewhere deep inside my soul
A song of praise is rising,
Rising up to you.
And I can barely feel it moving
Barely feel it making
Its way up to you.
Let it rise; let it rise:
Worship is not how I pray.
It's not a word I sing.
It's not a word I say.
Worship is not how I feel.
It's not what I do.
It's what I am-
It's what I am for you.

All the noise of my surrounding
Fading into quiet
Fading into peace
Gently I can hear you singing
Words of consolation,
Words of peace to me.
Let them rise; let them rise. ‘Cause worship is not how I pray…