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"I Am A Promise"
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"I Am A Promise"

I am a promise; I am a possibility
I am a promise with a capital P;
I am a great big bundle of potentiality.
And I am learnin’ to hear God's voice and I am tryin’ to make the right choices;
I am a promise to be anything God wants me to be.


Spoken: Hey, you know what? It doesn’t matter who you are, or where you live, or who your daddy is, or what you look like! What do you look like? Are you tall, short? Are you fat, skinny? Got holes in your tennis shoes? Freckles on your face? It doesn’t matter one bit! You can be anything God wants you to be! And He has something very special in mind for you! It might be climbing mountains, crossing the sea, helping the sick get well, or singing! Whatever it is, you can do it! And don’t forget:

I am a promise; I am a possibility
I am a promise with a capital P;
I am a great big bundle of potentiality.
And I am learnin’ to hear God's voice and I am tryin’ to make the right choices;
I am a promise to be anything God wants me to be.


I can go anywhere that He wants me to go;
I can be anything that He wants me to be;
I can climb the high mountain; I can cross the wide sea;
I’m a great big promise you see!
I am a promise to be anything God wants me to be!


Words by Bill and Gloria Gaither / Music by Bill Gaither. © 1975

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It started as a song for children, more specifically for our children. It was a song to help them realize that they were full of potential and that God had special expectations for them He wanted to help them realize.

We wrote it full of big words because children love big words, love to feel them roll around in their mouths and then come spilling out into the air, a complete and formed sound with meaning.

But now these nearly thirty years and hundreds of kids later (not all ours, thankfully!), we're beginning to wonder if this was just a kids' song after all.

We’ve heard stories from young mothers who found hope in remembering that putting their careers on hold to shape an eternal soul is well worth the sacrifice.

Fathers who stayed with not-so-exciting jobs to send kids through college have found encouragement in knowing that job and vocation are not necessarily the same thing.

Women widowed too soon have heard this song on some child’s tape player and been reminded that there is no timer on potential and that God always has more — always more — for us to become.

Even nursing home residents have written us to say they are discovering that God still has some promises to keep to the world through their lives, through their prayers, through their ministry of encouragement to those on the front line.

Truth be known, Bill and I are still discovering what promises God made to the world when each of us was born and what unmined potential remains. Most days we wonder what we’re going to be when we grow up and what possibilities are yet to be uncovered.

Children may be rambunctious and awkward. Teenagers may be beleaguered with hormones. Adults may be discovering that the pull of gravity is downward, and goldenagers may be wishing they could unload their bodies altogether because those bodies may be “fumbling” on them. Maybe we’re all coining to believe that it isn’t about the container at all; it’s about the contents—the treasure inside. And that treasure is “Christ in you, the hope of glory” (Col. 1:27). That is the promise. You and I hold the promise — we are the promise if we hold Him.