I remember
the first time
I heard
my own voice
It wasn't
quite music just
a fumbling noise
The sound
sneaking out
in my very
own words
Momma said was
the prettiest song
that she'd heard
Second grade
homeroom I
remember it well
It was my turn
to share for
the class show
and tell
I couldn't
find something
from my room
to bring
Momma said
darlin' why
don't you sing
Sing them a song
you feel deep
in your heart
Sing it
with everything
that you are
Sing till
your voice echoes
all through
the room
Pick a good one
but whatever
you do
Sing brave
Sing brave
My teenage
soapbox was
a Gibson guitar
I played that
old ax on the
back of my car
There must
have been
thousands of
songs hid inside
But I just
kept diggin' to
see what I'd find
And his name
was Jesus
I heard from
a friend
Seemed all of
my life
I'd been
looking for him
See my voice
was changing
Now my heart
was too
This boy was
singing a
different tune
Sing me a song
you feel deep
in your heart
Sing it
with everything
that you are
Sing till
your voice echoes
all through
the room
Pick a good one
but whatever
you do
Sing brave
Sing brave
Every night
before I walk
on stage
All of my
butterflies
just fly away
'Cause Jesus
is listening yeah
I know he's here
When love's
in the room
you got nothing
to fear
He says
sing me a song
You feel deep
in your heart
Sing it
with everything
that you are
Sing till
your voice dances
all through
the room
Pick a good one
but whatever
you do
Sing brave
Sing brave
Sing brave
Sing brave