can you picture?

Can you picture Paul, chained in a dark cell,
praising his Savior while going through hell.
His back was raw but his spirit was strong,
fueled by the One who inspired his song.
And as the lion's roared just outside his cage,
he believed with all his heart that his God would save
Do I have a faith enough to honestly say
that in the cells of my life, my lips utter praise?

Can you picture Peter, on that fateful night,
searching for the One who had shown him the light
Three times he'd forsake him, and although he knew
by the rooster's crow come the morn, the prediction proved true
Peter denied Him although he believed
though it was a thought that he could never concieve.
Do I have faith enough to say that I'd follow
if asked to die for my Jesus tomorrow?

Can you picture David, on top of his home
looking down at Bathsheba, who was bathing alone
To bring her to him, and then to his bed,
and then take her as wife and leave her husband for dead.
Was he not a man after the very heart of God,
and yet blatantly breaking the commands He had lawed?
Do I have faith enough to realize I'm forgiven
even when I fall short to still know for what I'm living?


Can you picture Peter, on the edge of that boat
while Jesus stood on the waves and to Peter called out
As the waters churned and the waves swelled beneath him
he got out of the boat so that he could go meet Him.
And though he sank because he started to doubt,
he still had the courage to take the step out.
Do I have faith enough to walk on the water
in faith towards the Father that calls me His daughter?

Can you picture me, ordinary and plain,
finding my worth in His poweful name
In weakness I'm loved although I don't deserve it
for He pours out His grace and I could never earn it.
I'm valued and special through His tender eyes,
and stripped of the deciever's not-good-enough lies.
I have faith enough to know He calls me His own,
and though I may stumble, I'm never alone.