Everywhere I go, no matter where I roam
People say that I remind them of my Father
Thinking 'bout it now, I see it on my own
But the road is long, and I'm still learning how to follow

I try to walk the way You do
But I stumble, slip, and fall
Awkward steps, yet I keep moving
Knowing You still guide it all

I guess I'm a poet too
But You're the source of all I do
Without You here, I'd lose my way
So I trust in You each day

You see a poem in a canvas torn
Create a new line, a new page is born
And I'm trying to learn from You
That poetry won't always rhyme
But in the end, Your work is divine

Sometimes I feel like I am lost
But Your hand pulls me back on course
The Author never leaves it halfway
Until the masterpiece finds its way

You see a poem in a canvas torn
Create a new line, a new page is born
And I'm trying to learn from You
That poetry won't always rhyme
But in the end, Your work is divine

You see a poem in a canvas torn
Create a new line, a new page is born
And I'm trying to learn from You
That poetry won't always rhyme
But in the end, Your work is divine