Andrew Peterson

Let There Be Light

Andrew Peterson


When the mandolin sang like a bird on the wing 
In the hands of Bill Monroe 
When Chet played guitar like a walk in the park 
Like a prodigal son coming home 

They spoke into being the work of their hands 
From the void of the wire and the wood 
And they stood on the stage 
And they sang and they played 
And they said that it was good 

Let there be light 
Let there be love 
Let there be light, let there be love 
Let there be music 

Now, Arron's a preacher and I play guitar 
And Jim, he can tune up your Ford 
David's in law school for 800 years 
For the sake of the sick and the poor 

The music we make is the salt of the earth 
The work of our hands is the light of the world 
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine 

Let there be light 
Let there be love 
Let there be light, let there be love 
Let there be music 

When your spirit is hovering over the deep 
In the image of God just look into that darkness and speak 
Let there be light, let there be love, let there be music 

So let the mandolin play 
Like a mother's embrace 
Let the fiddle be warm as a smile 
Let the guitar be bright 
As a friend at your side 
When you're lost on a long lonely mile 

Let the music be sweet 
As the washing of feet 
And as gentle as a kiss 
Let the love that we feel 
Be as light as a reel 
And as real as the love we give 

Let there be light 
Let there be love 
Let there be light, let there be love 
Let there be music