If the Strings Stay Silent

I use to hear the strain of the violin,
every woeful note dragged from somewhere deep within
and I'd wonder if any sound could be so sad
until I heard you cry from your knees and hands

And you sing, Alleluia to God
You cry out, I hurt so much
and your arms are raised though your heart is downcast
And it's beautiful
so beautiful

I use to see the vibrant colors blend in tune
Each joyful note echoing the heart in you
and I'd wonder if the violin could ever compete
With the love you bring with your hands and feet

Because you sing, Alleluia to the King
You cry out, I hurt but I'm holding back nothing
and your arms are raised though your heart is downcast
And it's beautiful
It's the most beautiful of things

Each string would break if they saw whats left,
every blood streaked tear and ragged breath
but somehow a melody would still ring out
by your faith that stands without fear or doubt

You sing, You sing
Alleluia to your Father
You cry out, I'm broken but You're wholing me
and your arms are raised though your heart is downcast
and its beautiful
it's so beautiful

I'll never hear the violins the same
without picturing you praising His almighty name
If the strings are left untouched, I'll still hear so much
in your prayers, in your voice, in your singing

You sing Alleluia to our King
You sing Alleluia, Alleluia
You sing, Alleluia, praise His name
thought your heart is downcast
your unashamed voice raised acapella
will last