I was made to be a Maker.
Created to create.
Shaped to shape the world with words,
Called for now and won’t be late.
I’m the produce of the loving Vine
The juice of heaven fills my thoughts,
Can’t be boxed, can’t be stopped,
Will not fear and won’t be bought.
I am filled to fill the world with faith
Freed to free imagination
To call Jesus loving radicals,
Papa’s Holy broadcast station.
Creatives cry a new ideal.
It’s time to say it’s time to say,
I am here, and God is real!