I long for my tongue to be/the pen of a skillful writer/and I want my tongue/to write your name across the sky/
there are many times/when I want to proclaim your endless love/I use my tongue/to sing your praises/
and I cannot believe the power of my tongue/I long to use my words/to paint a picture of your love/
The tongue I have/is yours and I want to spread/your message to this lost and dying world/
I see a world bleeding and hurting/and I don’t know how/to draw a picture of this perfect sacrifice/
will I ever be able to comprehend/a love that shows no beginning and no end/so many times I wonder/
if this love that you gave me is free/
I choose to use my pen/to write your praises across this earth/and I yearn for these songs/
to draw a picture of the perfect lamb/who demonstrated perfect sacrifice/I can use my tongue to bring healing/
and I want my songs/to bring you glory/ I don’t know why/you love me so much/but I choose to die for you/
My tongue is a pen/and I want this world/to know this love/I have written across my heart/I look around at this world/
and I can see your creation/portraying a characteristic of who you are/can I ever paint a clear enough picture/
for this world to understand/and accept/I want to be your pen/writing the things that reflect your heart/
Psalm 45:1
1 My heart is stirred by a noble theme
as I recite my verses for the king;
my tongue is the pen of a skillful writer.