When Andy Sings

I heard a song one Sunday night I never will forget It sounded like an angel I sat there and just wept Only the Lord himself could put that sound Inside of just one man It left me knowing without a doubt Music was God's plan The words, the trumpet, the soft melody Touched the depth of me I had an aching urge inside To get down on my knees It occured to me that song alone "Holy, Holy, Holy" Had the power - solely, on its own To bring a lost soul home To witness worship so profound One expects to see wings I know that God is smiling down When Brother Andy sings!