When we listen to what tears us down
In our minds we become drowned.
When we listen to these thoughts
We then become caught.

How easy it is to complain and complain
And how easy it is to forget this puts us in chains.
When we look at what we lack,
We give in to the attack.

We can list and tell others forever
The things that haven’t gone in our favor,
But what does this do
Except make us blue?

However when we listen to what encourages us,
It’s others we can then bless.
We proclaim what we are thankful for
And our lives we come to adore!

How easy it is to rejoice and be thankful
When we see how our lives are indeed full!
When we look to what we do own,
Our minds can be blown.

We can list and tell others forever
The things that have gone in our favor,
And there’s nothing we’d rather do
Except praise You.

Heaven’s mystery and wonder is sublime.
It lasts forever.
In fact, it’s outside of time.
We last but a blink however.

To even imagine it is impossible.
It’s like a fish imagining dry land.
The mystery of Heaven is phenomenal.
It’s like the entire beach compared to a single grain of sand.

And even these do not portray
The truth that we’ll find on our last day.
The day when we’ll see His face,
The day our minds can’t begin to embrace.

How long do I have to live?
When will my last day come
When I have no more to give
To this world to which I’m from?

I hope I’ll live with Heaven in mind
Instead of living like I’m blind.
Because what is the point
If with God I am disjoint?

What song will be sung today?
Only God knows.
Will it be exciting and filled with energy,
Or will it be soft as the wind making the trees blow?

I pray that I will sing it for Him,
To give Him all the Glory.
I pray that I will not perform for them,
But will instead live His intended story.