Steven Curtis Chapman
In This Little Room
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
Oh, from this little room
From this little room
From this little room to your heart
Oh, to your heart
From this little room
This little room to your heart