The seats fill, what do you see? "Am I here for them, are they here for me?" They listen and they hear your words "But do I mean everything they've heard?"
They care, and they think you do That's why they care for / follow you
Your lungs fill, with the breath they breathe Is the moment now only make believe?
The stage is an alter; its foundation is trust What is sung here or spoken either heals or it cuts Leadership is a privilege offered only by grace To abuse your position for your benefit Is to spit in God's face