Sitting Still

Sitting still I am locked Deadend by the complacency of settling... "Hold her back" He painted colors in me Many gifts, paths that are blessing to all around me. I was always unafraid, I didn't mind opening up And the world would see the same sunlight I feel. But the prison of fear, Its bars rose up out of nowhere "You are too strong" But He continues to speak He puts colors in my fingers And I can paint a world of possibilities Freedom, joy and love. Will His Word ever flow through? Where is the way?