First Sermon
The air was heavy
The stage lights were bright
All around the room
Eager faces listened for the mic
I stepped up to the pulpit
And placed upon it the word of God
I tenderly peeled open its pages
My next words would be for His laud
Did I have what it took
to change people’s hearts?
Doubts clung to my mind
Piercing it like whistling darts
Then I remembered
A promise He gave
That he would never forsake me
If his renown did I raise
Then with bold confidence
I cleared my throat
And with clear conviction
I preached what God wrote
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