Micaiah

One of many, though stands alone

So one's true vision  is his to hold

Those who of will, will come when due

So I'm alone with sticks and glue

I'll build the bricks with what's at hand

The music flows clear through my head

An artist though with much applause 

Perfection is that which causes pause

The torment road of "start from scratch"

But patience yeilds the final batch

The focus which could burn a hole

Apply it well and keep it sole

For one per time will bring completion

The biggest test to find the reason

As commitment brings the only faith

One must act now and again with haste

Though scattered, will the such I love

My mind is centered on my soul

The dreams I dream from high above

 We'll watch and see God's plan unfold