Sometimes the world feels so big, and I feel quite small.
There are things to do that I haven’t yet figured out how.
There are places to go that I’m unsure where to look.
There are people to meet that I’m unfamiliar with.
There are mountains to climb, yet I am still unequipped.
There are oceans to cross, yet I haven’t the stamina to swim.
I peer out the window and see the world, tall and ominous.
The people around me move so quickly that I can’t react.
There are days that pass by and I feel all too unaccomplished.
There are nights that worry prevents me from sleeping.
It’s difficult to admit when I feel overwhelmed.
It’s often embarrassing to ask another for help.
I’m no longer a boy, but am I truly a man?
I’m no longer a student, but there’s much more to learn.
The ambient noises are sometimes overbearing.
The constant advice is sometimes taken as criticism.
In this world so large, I’m truly very small.
I am a leaf on the wind, a single drop in the wide sea.
And so I close my eyes to escape the weight.
I close my eyes to dream of a place otherworldly.
I dream of feeling wanted, needed, loved.
It’s a distant and lofty dream, dreamt with regularity.
I close my eyes tightly and I drift off to sleep.
And when I awaken, I know what awaits me in spirit.
When I arise, I know that I’ll be embraced.
For I have been created and I am dearly loved.
I am wanted for a purpose, needed for many things.
In my life I will take countless small steps.
But when added up, I will have walked a great distance.
And so, I close my eyes tonight, ready for sleep.
I will once again think these very thoughts.
Once again I will dream this very dream.
And when I stir in the morning, I will once again rise.
Though small I will stand, and I will take many small steps.
I will go a great distance, until I become weary once more.
There I will lie down to sleep, to dream, and again to rise.
Stained by sin are the tips of my fingers
Stalked by death the steps that I take
Proud is the heart that beats in my chest
Sin is what’s left in my wake
Broken are the bridges that daily I build
Flawed are the friendships I keep
There are no ways to undo what I’ve done
The debt I’ve incurred is too steep
Someone must cover the cost of my sin
Someone must pay for my life
Nothing I do or say will suffice
I need the one they call Christ
Jesus Christ is the very Son of God
And He’s willfully died in my place
He’s gone as the lamb is led to the slaughter
He’s bestowed on all sinners His grace
Perfect was the life that Jesus had lived
Undeserving was the death that He died
But unworthy a foe the grave did prove
For Jesus has risen, He’s alive!
Not even the clutches of death could hold Him
There is no power below or above
Christ will triumph again and again
There is no match for His love