Nothing is impossible to he who believes
Faith is the origin for he who achieves
I dare to believe among detractors and thieves
With out stretched labored hands; I receive

I believe in God in me because He's  all I've got
Trying to put in my best for all that its worth
I believe in hard work; true success can't be bought
God's talents in my hand waiting for heaven's court

Talents in my hand; was the good fight fought
Did I do all I could or did my purpose rot
Knees down, I pray for strength with hands stretched north
Braving the storm, not minding the hurt

Drinking from the brook, minding the baited hook
Power in my bones fed by the Holy book
I believe in me unmoved by fate's voodoo
I believe in me and you should too