A handful of dust
A worthless piece of clay
And You breathed the breath of heaven.

Then there was a soul.
The heart, the hands, the voice
That could sing of Your perfection.

Life is a symphony that only You can play.
You know I can hear it through the madness every day.

Chorus

Virtuoso, Virtuoso.
This heart is Your instrument
This life is Your song.
Virtuoso.

There isn’t a note
Of mediocrity
In all Your creation.

And all of the beauty
We create with human hands
Is only imitation.

Thunder crashes, waves crescendo on the sand.
The wind that’s whispering can only be Your hand.

Chorus

A timeless melody of beauty and emotion
Perfect harmony inspiring true devotion
No one else can play its chords
So graceful yet so strong.
You made the instrument and wrote the song.
Virtuoso.

Chorus

By David Phelps and Regie Hamm © 2004 Wordspring Music, Inc., Soulwriter Music Company, Inc. (adm. By Wordspring Music, Inc.) / Regie Hamm Music (adm. By ICG) (SESAC)

Behind the Song:
"This is another song that Regie and I got to write together, and it simply illustrates the way that God is the master and artist of our lives. He is the virtuoso who orchestrates our hearts, or like the song says, "He made the instrument and He wrote the song - Virtuoso."" - David Phelps