Lyrics
Anyway
What's that up there
Taller than the trees?
How could I ever grow to be that tall?
Why am I here
And why did I believe
That I could measure up when I'm so very small?
I look at what others do
And listen to what others say
And wonder why some think I have a gift
'Cause all that I do
And all that I say
Could never measure up to this.
I don't write much in metaphor
And I'm not too good at telling folklore,
But Someone keeps me writing anyway.
I'm not terribly proud of my voice
And the range I've got was not my choice,
But Someone keeps me singing anyway.
Why is it that I
Keep listening to
These voices inside of my head?
They say that I
Won't be able to
Measure up, so I should quit while I'm ahead.
Then I tune in to Your voice
And listen to what You say
And realize that there's a reason for this.
When I turn off all the noise
And let You have Your way
I can see that this is a gift.
Though I don't write much in metaphor
And I'm not too good at telling folklore,
Someone keeps me writing anyway.
Though I'm not terribly proud of my voice
And the range I've got was not my choice,
Someone keeps me singing anyway.
I've got to stop
Trying to live up to
What others did before
If what I have is good enough
For my Savior and my God,
Why should I keep wishing for more?
Well, I don't write much in metaphor
And I'm not too good at telling folklore,
But Someone keeps me writing anyway.
Well, I'm not terribly proud of my voice
And the range I've got was not my choice,
But Someone keeps me singing anyway.
Though I don't write much in metaphor
And I'm not too good at telling folklore,
Still, You keep me writing anyway.
Though I'm not terribly proud of my voice
And the range I've got was not my choice,
Still, You keep me singing anyway.
You keep me singing anyway.
I will keep on singing anyway.
©2010 Mary Schieferstein