Homesteading

I can't keep it inside anymore
I've got to shout out my love for the Lord
Oh, for words to express what I'd like to say
For a melody worthy of His ears

Now I know that my voice aint so good
And my fingers won't play like they should
But it's the only thing that I know how to do
So I'll sing to you, sing to you

I know that my life's just begun
And I see there's a race to be run
Someday and it won't be long
I'll be playing another song
'nother song
different song

Neither flat nor sharp I’ll be playing a harp that’s in tune
Not like the games I used to play
Where someone came along and burst your balloon
Ever since I drank from the golden goblet of God
My life’s no long been a wounded tune
Wounded tune
Wounded tune
Wounded tune
No more wounded tune