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