Up late again tonight,
I feel a song coming on too,
I might write one for you.
But where did I find these chords,
I've never heard them before,
Don't stop until you're through.

I've been listening to the radio
And when I do there's something I listen for,
A grain of truth that makes me long
For more of You.

Maker of all melody fill my heart with song,
Play how you feel, oh play thru me.
Healing can come through the song
Your own hands upon,
This is for real, no fantasy.

There's no position on earth,
That can take the place of where I'm living,
I can be found upon this rock, on solid ground.
And say, haven't you heard,
There's no limit to the power of God,
I've made a choice, I've heard His voice,
I just can't stop.

Maker of all melody fill my heart with song,
Play how you feel, oh play thru me.
Healing can come through the song
Your own hands upon,
This is for real, no fantasy.

Lyrics Copyright 1982 Phil Keaggy