[Verse 1] I can't remember when he came — I never heard him knock — but there's a stranger in my house who hums around the clock. He learned my children's names before I ever asked his own, and he hums to them when the lights go out — songs I have never known. [Chorus 1] Somebody's writing the song of your heart — somebody always will. Choose it the way you'd choose a prayer, then sing it — sing it still. [Verse 2] We must have let him in ourselves — the ledger bears my name — he always knew the song I'd want before the wanting came. The old piano holds his cups, the hymnbook props the door, and nobody remembers now what we kept them for. [Chorus 2] Come sing the song of your own heart — your heart is not his to fill. Choose it the way you'd choose a prayer, then sing it — sing it still. [Bridge] He sold me that which was not bread — I ate, and hungered still — he poured me that which was not drink — I drank, and thirsted still: lust in the place of love, and thrill in the place of joy, a shout in the place of the still small voice — each shadow of something real. But the song of redeeming love broke through, and I knew it — know it still — for every song's a kind of prayer, and prayers go where you will. [Verse 3] So I knelt beside the well and drew without the cost, and it quenched my thirst with genuine joy — restored what I had lost. He took my broken heart for an offering and He gave it back in tune, and the first cracked note I sang that morning was the truest in the room. Now the stranger hums, but the house is singing — there's nothing left to fill — and my children sing me songs I know, and we are singing still. [Final Chorus] For His soul delights in the song of your heart — a prayer He will fulfill — so choose it the way you'd choose a prayer, then sing it — sing it still. [Final Chorus] (family and children's voices join) For His soul delights in the song of your heart — the heart He bought to fill — so fill it with a song for Him, and sing it — sing it still. [Outro] (instruments fall away — voices nearly alone, melody rises on the last "still") Choose it the way you'd choose a prayer, then sing it — sing it still.
