This is what God made me to be
If I break it down lyrically, then maybe you'll see
I'm just trying to be everything God created me to be
And life without failure seems like a fable to me
I'm not able to see everything You called me to be
If I text message Heaven, all sevens, will You call me then, please?
Churches getting wealthy while the poor starve in the streets
Keep your cathedrals, my King was born in a manger for me
At my lowest, He met my need
He must've sent angels to minister to me
Because I was one bullet away from going six feet deep
I now know, God, that You're not finished with me
A new work inside is beginning in me
And it happened right as I was beginning to leave
I got my strength back
I got my roar back
And I'm ready to speak
So close your eyes, [?] and hand the mic off to me
Or keep 'em open, phone out, and share these for streams
Before I reached so many people, I pictured it in dreams
I didn't manifest anything, God manifested it through me
And it's been a blessing to see
Millions of people changed by words spoken through me
God gets the praise, glory to the King
I used to tell my classmates and coworkers, "Someday, you'll see"
I just believed God's hand was somehow on me
It's like I could feel the pressure of popularity waiting around the corner for me
And the faster life gets, the shorter it seems
There's no slowing down, you can curse and you could scream
I look to Heaven, are You there for me?
And then He reminds me when He finds me
He hands me a tape, and the tape says rewind me
The backside says replay me
It's a video of my life since I was a baby
And God's presence has never left
Split the Red Sea, man, we never got wet
"Clayton, why are you worried about why I made you when I made you for Me?"
Sometimes the most important things in life are the hardest to see
That's why I look to God for the answers, and I stopped looking to me
Heavy is the call God placed on me
I wonder why He chose me
I'm stubborn, hard-headed, and ornery
I tried ruining my reputation and you're all still somehow fond of me
What are you, brainwashed?! Man, you gotta be
Is it because the way I look or the way I speak?
The way these words poetically flow from my mouth for weeks
Regardless, thank you for your grace
Loving people like you have made me feel a little less out of place
I still daydream about outer space
Some of you try to get there with white powder on your face
What a waste
This life is your reward, I hope you enjoy your taste
The floor is the only thing on my face when I escape
I lay prostrate, and my words are sincere
I waited on God to answer my prayers
And it went on for weeks and then months and then years
Arabelle still has T1-D
And I ran out of tears
I tried running away from God, but I ran out of gears
I used to be afraid to stand out, but I ran out of those fears
Cheers to jeers, I had to learn to die to the opinions of my peers
And finally, I was able to see out
But I walk around with a smile on my face, even though secretly I bleed out
God says go to Nineveh, but I'm filled with doubt
What's He want me to do, go to my own house?
'Cause sometimes, I feel worse than them
It's the weight of my guilt, the shame of my sin
"Go to Sodom and Gomorrah"
"Are you tired of going, Clayton?"
Yeah, sorta
But I'm stuck to this ride like an ocean remora
Truth is, sometimes I wanna run away from talking about Jesus Christ
And it's not that I don't believe that He brings life
It's just that I know that my life is nothing like His
So who am I to speak His name with these lips?
But here I am, Lord, if You're willing, send me
But I'll warn You, I'm damaged, and I'm empty
And I don't always win when the Devil tempts me
But I believe You'll defend me
I'm coming to You with confusion and piles of it
I walked around in the valley of death, and my naysayers loved it
But with God's strength, I rose above it
I'm not here to start a ruckus
I don't wanna be a star, and I don't want your bucks
So ignore me, and use that money to buy coffee cups
I didn't get here by luck
I was sent here to start a revival
Grassroots Tell the World, man, it's always been tribal
Jesus is the focus, and Jesus is the way
Got a cross tatted on me to remind me to pray
God is the mission, and Heaven is the prize
And for the Tell the World family, it's triple J's till we die