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 'TIL 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
Now every night before I walk on stage
All of my butterflies just fly away (fly away)
'Cause Jesus is listening, yeah I know He's here
When love's in the room you got nothing to fear
