That Moment

    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.