In This Little Room — текст песни (Steven Curtis Chapman)

In this little room I put my pen to the paper,
To write what`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 what`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 I`ll be praying,
As Jesus comes to meet you where you are,
We`ll hear His voice together if we listen,
And we`ll find it`s really not that far
From this little room, from this little room,
From this little room to your heart.