The Composer Songtext
von Sarah Sparks

It was a tune that I offered, described that song for the parts
′Cause I am the Composer's daughter, he plays the strings of the harp
He takes the things I desire, he took the chords I have played
My dross consumed by the fire, my song composed by the page
Take my will and make it Yours

I′m finding joy in the weight of my sorrow
I feel it more in the way my heart aches
I'm comforted even in that I know that You know me
I think this is the Composer's way
I think this is the Composer′s way


He takes the things I desire, he took the chords I have played
My dross consumed by the fire, my song composed by the page
This song is a second edition, working in parts of a whole
After a faithful revision, I sing, "It is well with my soul!"
Take my will and make it Yours

I′m finding joy in the weight of my sorrow
I feel it more in the way my heart aches
I'm comforted even in that I know that You know me
I think this is the Composer′s way
I think this is the Composer's way
I think this is the Composer′s way, oh