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


© Justin McRoberts 2002 Five Foot Six and a Half Music (ASCAP)