Who am I, so many would ask when given a chance to speak?
I say it as they’d all before
I never desired to preach.
I wouldn’t try to stand with man
Leading him in simple prayers.
At every turn
Giving them words,
God said
I am just - a man.
Neither would I dare prepare
Content to rest in quiet praise.
But then the light, it comes for me
How much more to be afraid?
Looking back from lofty heights
Thinking this too great a stand?
I ask considering
What happens to me?
What happens to those, if I fail?