in this little room

Steven Curtis Chapman

In this little room I put my pen to the paper,
To write whatââ?¬â?¢s in my heart down on a page;
With every line, a silent prayer is being lifted
That the song will somehow find its way
From this little room to your heart.

In this little room with just a microphone to hear me,
I sing whatââ?¬â?¢s in my heart while the music plays;
And with every line, a silent prayer is being lifted
That the song will somehow find its way
From this little room to your heart.

I close my eyes imagining your faces;
I see the smiles, the tears, the joys, the pain.
We may be strangers but I can give this song to you,
Because the One who gave me this song knows your name,
He knows your name, He knows your name.

In this little room tonight Iââ?¬â?¢ll be praying,
As Jesus comes to meet you where you are,
Weââ?¬â?¢ll hear His voice together if we listen,
And weââ?¬â?¢ll find itââ?¬â?¢s really not that far
From this little room, from this little room,
From this little room to your heart.