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 you
Your lungs fill, with the breath they breathe
Is the moment now only make believe?
They care, and they think you do
That’s why they follow you
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
They care, and they think you do
That’s why they care for you
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