I want to be famous
To show everyone they were wrong
About me
So that one day someone will turn on the tv
And see that there may have been more to me than they believed
To show my mom that creativity is not a waste of time
That my pursuits are not inferior
That my passion has purpose
But what if they're right?
What if I'm not as good as I think?
What if my talents are borrowed gifts
What if my strength only begins where I end
God let me be content,
Not with showing people they were wrong
But that they were right
That I am nothing
Maybe one day they'll run into me at the grocery store
And leave, not with the impression that I am more than they thought,
But that God is
Because of what He's done with me
Let me be content
Not to make my name known
But yours
If I'm not bringing glory to you
Knock me off the stage
And onto my knees
Make me the worst poet in the world
If that's what it takes
I want so badly to be seen
And heard
Help me Lord
To want you more
