I heard Your voice in the quiet, A whisper that shattered my pride. You called me out from the shadows, To walk where the faithful have cried. I thought I was strong, unshaken, But You saw the cracks in my soul. You loved me enough to break me, To make me completely whole.
This is a dangerous calling— To lead with a heart that is weak. To stand in the light of Your glory, To fall at the mercy I seek. I am not here for my story, Not here for the praise or applause. I am a servant, surrendered, Held fast by the grace of the cross.
I’ve worn the mask of arrival, Pretended I’ve nothing to hide. But ministry’s more than a title, It’s dying to self and to pride. You see the secrets I carry, The fears I would never reveal. You call me to live in the open, To trust You to comfort and heal.
This is a dangerous calling— To lead with a heart that is weak. To stand in the light of Your glory, To fall at the mercy I seek. I am not here for my story, Not here for the praise or applause. I am a servant, surrendered, Held fast by the grace of the cross.
So I’ll gather my wounds and my failures, Lay them down at Your feet again. I’ll invite my brothers and sisters To speak truth and call me a friend. Let my family see the real me, Let my team see the cracks in my frame. For only the humble are lifted, And only the honest are changed.
This is a dangerous calling— To lead with a heart that is weak. To stand in the light of Your glory, To fall at the mercy I seek. I am not here for my story, Not here for the praise or applause. I am a servant, surrendered, Held fast by the grace of the cross.
So I’ll answer this dangerous calling, With trembling, with hope, and with awe. For the One who has called me is faithful— And His grace is enough for it all.
This is a dangerous calling— To lead with a heart that is weak. To stand in the light of Your glory, To fall at the mercy I seek. I am not here for my story, Not here for the praise or applause. I am a servant, surrendered, Held fast by the grace of the cross.
