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