Clinton Collins & The Creekboys: Music

I've got an accent
Born in these mountains
It came from my father
And his father before
They were both good men
Poor yet honest
They died to young
But they lived by their word

And I was taught to mind my manners
Respect my elders
Clean my plate
And my muddy shoes
I've learn a lot
Along life's pathway
Now I want to know
The language of God

They say it's in the touch
Of the hand of kindness
To do unto others
As you would have them to do
They say it's in giving
To the least of my brothers
Teach me to speak
The language of God

I've been to the ocean
I rode across a desert
Felt a presence there
I can't explain
I was lost for words
Lost in the mystery
I stood amazed
At the language of God

chorus

The word became flesh
And lived here among us
Was the expression of
The Father above
And He Gave His life
The sacrifice
He did it all for
The language of God

9/30/03
© 2005 Clinton Collins ASCAP