When you see a great Picasso, D'Vinci, or Rembrandt Do you ever sing the praises of their brush It's the master of the masterpiece who deserves the praise Not the paint they use of blue or green or blush
So don't praise me if I do something wonderful Don't praise me, don't even make a fuss Give glory to the Master, through His hands it was done Don't praise me, I am just the brush
When you read the words of Shakespeare, Bunyan, or Thoreau Do you ever glorify the pens they used It's the author of the classic work who is glorified Not the pen and ink and not the words they choose
So don't praise me if I do something wonderful Don't praise me, don't even make a fuss Give glory to the Master, through His hands it was done Don't praise me, I am just the brush
It's easy to forget sometimes And become legends in our minds But we're just tools within His hands Used to carry out His plans
So don't praise me if I do something wonderful Don't praise me, don't even make a fuss Give glory to the Master, through His hands it was done Don't praise me, I am just the brush Don't praise me, I am just the brush Praise the Lord, I am just His brushTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
