You may.

You may be a poet,
 What's the rule?

You may be wise,
Or a fool.

Time will tell.


You may be the bell of the ball,
The one who has it all,

But who do you serve?

You may be the leader of the race,
The face behind the face,

And lose it all.

If the words we write are true,
Their value will shine through,

And light the way.

To dwell under the Son,
With love for everyone.

Long to see the day,

When the lion lays with the lamb,
And all will understand,

You made a way.

To all the workers of the word,
Who sometimes sound absurd,

Your work will be repaid.

May joy be your gain.
No more sorry, no more pain.

A world set free.

Where love flows from His heart,
Where true and pure art,

Will praise His name.

Where the wonder just begins,
How he washed all those skins,

And removed our shame.

His glory goes on and on,
Like the words of this song.

Come dance with me....