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 can do it with the songs 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 can do it with the songs 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'll stand proud and strong
And say, "I was a singer, Lord, I was a singer
Yes, I was a singer of songs"