One million words might fill up our dictionary 

But only one in a million to me is extremely scary.

 

You see, Jesus said not to worry about tomorrow

But because of my imperfection, in sorrow I tend to wallow.

 

Because I know what I want and what I'm purposed to do

but that same word holds me down, in fear, like glue

 

The "Future" is something I have in my hands

My control, my choices, yet I don't understand.

 

'Cause when I look straight ahead instead of over my shoulder

I hear footsteps behind,  my ready hands become colder.

 

The world loves to beat us, tear us down and destroy

so many barriers and decoys, empty offers returned void.

 

This One Job that I strive for, through all of the testing

becomes a blessing through confessing that in Him we find resting.

 

I wish to inspire confidence through the Worship and Praise

Lead the broken to hope, showing there will be another day.

 

 That word receives spotlight, yet again, it is center floor

The "Future" for many is not something to adore.

 

Unsure of life's purpose, why the struggle and pain?

What am I here for, is there anything to gain?

 

But if we're lead to the truth of a greater, higher plan

maybe the void in our hearts will begin to understand

 

that He holds our lives near and dear to His heart

The Creator of all can give all new starts

 

This message of redemption, I can yell it wherever

at the store, on the beach, in a POEM! (how clever)

 

But I've been gifted with tools to rejoice within song

My hands create melodies, and I could sing the day long.

 

If I could land a position to minister to many souls

The worlds standard of 'good' may actually meet all of their goals.

 

Because regardless if you believe in the faith I know to be true

A Spirit filled Christian will reach out to a Jew...

 

...a humbled man who's faith becomes Stone

can't possibly leave the homeless alone...

 

... and a woman finding peace from the affair that broke her

can forgive him and help another whose marriage is not spoke for.

 

"It is finished" Christ declared at His death.

and His sacrifice gives our lives new breath.

 

I burn to attend a school to learn music

enhance my vocals, my chording, the piano, you choose it!

 

All for the Glory and plan of the Lord

Because the Pen Writing Music is mightier than the Sword