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