Singer Of Songs

[A]I'm not a [D]savior, and [A]I'm not a [D]saint
The [A]man with the [D]answers I [A]certainly [D]ain't
[A]I wouldn't [D]tell you what's [A]right or what's [D]wrong
[A]I'm just a [D]singer of [A]songs

But I can [A]take you for a [D]walk along a [A]little country stream
I can [A]make you see through [D]lovers' eyes and [A]understand their dreams
I can [A]help you hear a [D]baby's laugh and [A]feel the joy it brings
Yes, I [A]do it with the [D]songs I [A]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