Blank page talking back at me
“Hey girl, you’ve got some audacity”
White slate, an accusation
“Who gave you permission?”

“And who do you think you are?
Just who do you think you are?”

I’m just a soul searching for grace
In a photograph, in the clay
In a poem, in the paint
In a stone, on a stage
These hands perform an act of love
With every pen stroke, every brush
That’s all I am and that’s enough
All I am and that’s enough

Lights up, shadows mock my worth
“Who says they will care about your words?”
Face flushed, the fire down deep
Confronts the doubt that would drown me

“Who do you think you are?
Just who do you think you are?”

I’m just a soul searching for grace
In a photograph, in the clay
In a poem, in the paint
In a stone, on a stage
These hands perform an act of love
With every pen stroke, every brush
That’s all I am and that’s enough
All I am and that’s enough

I wrote my fears out on a list
And it was dark and bottomless
Dive in right now, don’t stop to think
Treasure is always buried deep

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words and music by Shannon Curtis
published by Shannon K (ASCAP)
all rights reserved; lyrics reprinted by permission