Like an artist in front of a clean canvas
A simple sweep of brush fills the emptiness
One more stroke to create a familiar face
As he carefully adds emotion to complete the eyes
He has a choice to tell his own story
A chance to add a narrative
To opt for a darker or lighter color
He has the power to breathe his soul to his art
Not too much! He says
Just the right shadow to show his doubts
And the right light to express his hope
In the world of finite chances and infinite alternatives
Will this be his masterpiece or another piece of worthless art?
What does it mean to be fearless?
To jump off a 20-story building without fear?
To jump into a lake knowing you can’t swim?
What does it mean to be courageous?
Holding your head up when people look down on you?
Keep moving forward even when you don’t see the finish line?
I am not fearless, I will never be
I fear for my life, and the Lord help me to put the fear of God in me
To be courageous is what I want to be
To count my steps even when people tell me there’s no way out
To knit my dreams even when the world tell me I dont have enough yarn
I am courageous, fear encourage me to be better