What am I gonna be when I grow up?



How am I gonna make my mark in history?



And what are they gonna write about me when I’m gone?



These are the questions that shape the way I think about what matters



But I have no guarantee of my next heartbeat



And my world’s too big to make a name for myself



And what if no one wants to read about me when I’m gone?



Seems to me that right now’s the only moment that matters



You know the number of my days



So come paint Your pictures on the canvas in my head



And come write Your wisdom on my heart



And teach me the power of a moment



The power of a moment, the power of a moment



In Your kingdom where the least is greatest



The weak are given strength and fools confound the wise



And forever brushes up against a moment’s time



Leaving impressions and drawing me into what really matters



You know the number of my days



So come paint Your pictures on the canvas in my head



And come write Your wisdom on my heart



And teach me the power of a moment



The power of a moment, the power of a moment







I get so distracted by my bigger schemes



Show me the importance of the simple things



Like a word, a seed, a thorn, a nail



And a cup of cold water







You know the number of my days



So come paint Your pictures on the canvas in my head



And come write Your wisdom on my heart



And teach me the power of a moment



The power of a moment, the power of, the power of, the power of a moment