The Next 20 Years

I'm a 40-something sunrise. Coffee in my hand. Good job,

good roots. Good one, good land. And I'm grateful, Lord,

You know it. Every breath, every mile. But there's a holy kind of

restless underneath this smile. I ain't chasing bigger titles. Ain't trying to

impress. I'm chasing what You called me to and I won't settle for

less, 'cause time don't wait and the days don't slow.

And I feel You pulling on my soul like, "Son, let's go."

I got the next 20 years. I wanna spend them right.