Copper Strings

You're lost in trying to find yourself
and wanting more
than this temporary wealth,
more than living life in sometimes black and white
paving an invisible path
You plea for answers, beg for sight.

What you know is true-
He's everything to you.

Maybe you'll write a song
about everything you want to be
about time that’s too soon come and gone
so that the rest of the world can see
you know where you belong.

You’re almost there,
let your words dance endlessly
so write, so sing
and play your copper strings.

Like the thousands that have gone before,
you’re well on your way
to life upon a distant, boundless shore,
so make the most of living beneath skies;
take up your cross
for to live is Christ.

You know this much is true-
He’ll make the most of you.

Maybe you'll write a song
about leaving everything behind
taking a chance, becoming something strong
against the world weighed on your tired mind
oh, how this road is long.

But you’re almost there,
your words- they dance beautifully
so write, so sing
and play your copper strings.

Make it mean everything-
He's listening...
just sing
and play your copper strings.