Tonight
These are the words I can bring
But they’re only these.
Only these words.
Tonight, this is all I can sing
I am a willing wagon
Fill me with many trinkets
A vessel for Your provision
In all of the unexpected things
Things of worth not bought but found
That they would multiply and manifest
Showing volumes of a generous giver
From You who knows them best
Oh, willing may I be.
I am a willing mannequin
Pin upon me Your glory
And I will stand in the window
Just as You would have me be
Displayed in the fashion of which I was made
That they would see Your beauty on me
Long for what they think they can’t have
Only to find they can for free
Oh, willing may I be.
I am a willing puppet
Open up my mouth with a string
A gateway to Your heart
So as You move You may move me
Pour forth what ought to be singed
That they would hear Your love song
awakening their heart to Your romance
This for what the world so longs
Oh, willing may I be.
Yes, these are the words I can sing
They’re these words.
Your words given.
Tonight, this is what I bring.
