That Moment
I step onto the platform,
A chill rushes through me,
As I feel the weight of perfection.
It hangs in a balance,
Between wanting to please the people,
And wanting to glorify the Lord.
In my chest I feel a slight nervousness,
I feel like I look scared,
But my hands and face cannot show it.
Then in a fabulous moment,
I begin to play with the gift from God,
And the notes are perfectly there.
The fear is cast away,
All doubt is tossed in the wind,
When I worship my Savior.