A Singer of Songs

I'm not a savior, and I'm not a saint The man with the answers I certainly ain't I wouldn't tell you what's right or what's wrong I'm just a singer of songs But I can take you for a walk along a little country stream I can make you see through lovers' eyes and understand their dreams I can help you hear a baby's laugh and feel the joy it brings Yes, I do it with the songs that I sing I'm not a prophet, and I'm not a priest I'm not a wise man who's come from the East I wouldn't tell you what's right or what's wrong I'm just a singer of songs But I can take you to a city where a man was crucified I can tell you how He lived, and I can tell you why He died I can help proclaim the glory of this mighty king of kings Yes, I do it with the songs that I sing I'm not a great man. I don't claim to be But when I meet my Maker and He questions me I won't hang my head. I will stand proud and strong And say, "I was a singer. Lord, I was a singer Yes, I was a singer of songs"