I could post my second-guessing
But I rather share the blessings
And how dumb I was to doubt
As if it was up to me to work it all out

My t’s are uncrossed and my i’s are un-dotted
I lost when I fought it but my God has just started

What will I do with it?
This gift that He’s given, that’s the question
Will He approve of it?
Is this prohibited?
Will I ever stop rappin’ about all of my doubtin’?
Will I ever just step off the ledge to pledge
That I neglect the red and won’t let it fledge
I’ve taken a step but still I fear the fall
It’s hard, isn’t it, to give God your all?
Because I doubt what I saw, this vision I had
Though I felt it as a pawn, I fear that it’s bad
Is it Satan painting this contradicting friction?
Bundling me with fear, keeping me huddled here?
To another neon light—is there fire in my plight?
Honest darkness the world needs to hear?
Hand it over to God and let Him steer?

Aside from all these worries
When I think about my music, I’m excited
When I take a step back
To look at what God can allow it to do
I can’t wait to release it
And allow God to have it affect people
That sounds awesome

I remember the poem I wrote
Where I started talking about being on a stage
And since then
I’ve had a vision
Reading back through my lyrics
I imagined getting to talk to people
Between songs
And talk with them afterwards
And I really look forward to it

Planning strategy, half of me
Follows through with what I want to do
And the other half takes the different path
Hath this way the only cay I have?

I got a buzzcut
It’s not exactly the same rut
It’s not suppressing dark, but
I’m still in the cell
And I think God has me dwell
So I can know everything well
I just thought I’d show
That I know
And I will go

This is your story, do not be ashamed
May this be the telling of your journey
Let your hands open up like gates
And your fingers flow like streams
Your plans, the pallet on which you walk
The ground on which you paint
Brush the canvas your Creator has made
So may forests grow, and mountains be lifted
May oceans part, and waters be stilled
All by the grace and power of God
For He was with us from the clay
And stands by our side until our last day
Because these poems are your story
So do not be ashamed, do not let it cage
Instead, may this be the telling of His glory