My heart starts to pound
I feel a rush of heat
Sitting in the pews
Testimony meeting
You're calling me
There's something you
Want me to say
At the podium this Sunday
I can feel
The Spirit speaking
To mine
A voice so divine
Your words pour
Into my mind
I listen carefully
To understand
I sit and wait
For my time
I get nervous
Try to keep calm
I rise and walk up there
Standing in front of the mic
Staring straight ahead
My mind goes blank
There's a pause
As they wait for me to speak
I start to shake
Look down at the red light
I wish I had
Remembered what you said
I stumble my way along
Trying to get the message across
I end and
Rush to my seat
You're words come back
With what I should've said
You assure me
I did fine
That in my own way
I brought the message
I wish I could speak
As eloquently
As beautifully
As you do
Or that I had
Time to prepare
I write better
Than I speak
I'm reminded
That its the
Simple and mild
Meek and humble
That its the
Ordinary and faithful
That you choose
For your work
Although I may
Stumble and fumble
Ramble and pause
My way along
I'm thankful
For when you choose
To use me
As a mouthpiece
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