I have sung many songs about you
Made countless songs
What else could I sing about you
You are more than I had achieved
You are more than I had dreamt about
You are more than the subjects of songs
You are more than the phases of a journey
How else could I describe you
You are more than I could achieve
You are more than I could know
Do I even know to sing of you anymore
Are my bellows blowing for nothing
I quiet down but till the end I confess
I want that that saves
I want the cross and only you