Remember when we were young

Our parents would tell us that we could be whatever we desired

And how what we desired was to be like anyone and everyone we ever admired

Remember when we weren’t afraid to be proud when we made masterpieces

But somehow as we grow old our confidence decreases

When masterpieces were really just scribbles, scribbles that meant a million different things,

Remember when we’d make paper crowns and pretend like we were queens and kings.

Remember when your artwork would hang on the fridge like a painting of Van Gough’s,

And how no one at school really cared about the brand of your clothes.

Remember when faith just meant Jesus died and rose,

And the biggest struggle you faced was what breakfast you chose.

Remember when impact meant jumprope for heart,

And your goals consisted of getting a gold star on the chore chart.

Remember when vocation was just a hard spelling word?

And you thought you just had to speak in order to be heard?

We grew into clones of what society wanted us to be,

Prisoners of our own minds, just wanting to be free.

All those gifts we thought we had, were soon crushed by kids at school.

We grew and suddenly our scribbles and paper crowns stopped making us cool.

And faith was no longer spoke about, outside the church walls.

God’s name used in vain, written on the bathroom stalls.

We grew in height, but our values crawled into the dark.

Vocation meant nothing, didn’t care if we left a mark.

“Don’t give a damn about my bad reputation” became our theme song,

We “grew up” waiting for college to come along.

Because it was there where we’d find out purpose, while having a little fun,

But what if we find out when we get there, that our talents are none?

We grew to fear, to feel guilt, and shame,

Last thing we’d turn to is Jesus’ name.

Now I’m renewed, and fulfilling my calling

My vocation, my purpose, what God’s been installing

Now I’m grown and taking action in my own life

Found beauty in pain, triumph in strife.

Now I’m found, but still finding my way,

Taking the road less traveled, and stumbling along the way.

Now I’m old, and I’ve found what my passions are,

I may never change the world, or own a fancy car,

But surely I will touch the lives, of those I hold dear,

Maybe then I could save the world from seeing many tears.

I’ll show the orphans that Jesus never left,

And teach the prisoners, they’re more than theft,

I’ll show the prostitutes the love from our God,

The love that forgives even the most flawed.

I’ll teach in Columbia, to children without a house,

I’ll help the woman who’s been abandoned by her spouse.

I’ll be God’s vessel and go where he leads,