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?