Virtuoso

A handful of dust, a worthless piece of clay

And you breathed the breath of Heaven

Then there was a soul, the heart, the hands, the voice

That could sing of your perfection

Life is a symphony

That only you can play

You know I can hear it

Through the madness everyday

Virtuoso, virtuoso

This heart is Your instrument

And this life is Your song

Virtuoso

There isn't a note of mediocrity

In all of your creation and all of the beauty

We create with human hands is only imitation

Thunder crashes, waves crescendo on the sand

The wind that's whispering can only be Your hand

Virtuoso, virtuoso

This heart is Your instrument

And this life is Your song

Virtuoso

A timeless melody of beauty and emotion

Perfect harmony inspiring true devotion

No one else can play its chords so graceful yet, so strong

You made the instrument and wrote the song, virtuoso

Virtuoso, virtuoso

This heart is Your instrument

And this life is Your song

Virtuoso

Virtuoso, virtuoso

This heart is Your instrument

And this life is Your song

Virtuoso