A Child of The King
If you take away the lights,
If you turn off the camera,
If you close my laptop,
Who do I become?
If I was sent out into the world
With my six-string on my back
Where would I turn?
Who would I be?
Music became my life
Helped me meet the God I love
If I was sent out into the world,
I would turn to he who is in ME
I want people to see God’s light in ME;
Yet, there is a struggle within.
What if I’m ridiculed by THEM?
I must search for the power within.
Without God
I am empty.
Without Music
I am empty.
I Am Empty without them
I am the chisel,
My Guitar is the stone.
God is carving who I am to this day.
If you take away the lights,
If you turn off the camera,
If you close my laptop,
Who am I?
The answer is simple.
I am a child
But not just any child
I am a child of God
And I use the gifts he gave me for him
I am a child.
A Child of The One True King
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