I remember the first time I heard my own voice
It wasn’t quite music, just a fumbling noise
The sounds sneaking out of my very own words,
Mama 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
Mama said ‘darling, why don’t you sing’

Chorus:
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 soap box was a Gibson guitar
I played that old axe on the back of my car
It must’ve been thousands of songs hid inside
I just kept digging to see what I’d find
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 and 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
‘Cause Jesus is listening, yeah I know he’s here
When love’s in the room you’ve got nothing to fear
He says,