Your tomorrow unfurls like a canvas

Known only to the messiah’s gentle hand

You hold the brush, the colors, and the light

To paint a masterpiece, or a work in progress

Messiah sweeps away shadows, clear the path

Guiding you through life’s labyrinthine aftermath

It’s within yourself, a spark waiting to ignite

Will you fan the flames, or let them fade into

Night?

Present moments whisper secrets to the wind

Your tomorrow, a hidden melody, only God can

Comprehend

Living to impress is a symphony of stress

But living for yourself, a harmony of happiness