Forty years breathing the dust of the quiet place Time carved a roadmap right into my face I was just a shepherd, content in the shade Until a wildfire voice broke the silence I made It asked for a return to the lion’s own den To a history I buried, again and again “Lord, my tongue is heavy, my courage is thin, What if I break when the walls pull me in?” I’m a man of the dirt, with a stuttering pride With nothing but sand and a heartbeat to hide But You poured out a promise like wine in the heat Claiming the victory before I’ve stood on my feet I got a slow tongue, but a whisper that shakes the wall I feel so fragile, but you teach me to stand standing tall When the ground starts shifting, You anchor my soul Turning the lead of my fears into gold Your grace is the rhythm, the pulse in my chest I’m walking in strength, I’m putting doubt to the rest Pharaoh’s court was a cold, iron stage But the rod in my hand turned the weight of the age I faced down the thunder, the doubt of the crowd While Your fire walked with me, a pillar of cloud You didn’t ask for perfect, You didn’t ask for the wise You just wanted the truth glowing deep in my eyes I got a slow tongue, but a whisper that shakes the wall I feel so fragile, but you teach me to stand standing tall When the ground starts shifting, You anchor my soul Turning the lead of my fears into gold Your grace is the rhythm, the pulse in my chest I’m walking in strength, I’m putting doubt to the rest You don't call the ones who are ready to fly You pick up the broken who start to ask why It ain't about stature, it ain't about gold It’s the power of a story that’s finally told From the desert of doubt to the edge of the sea You took a weak man and You walked right with me Slow tongue, strong call From the fear to the fire From the doubt to the destiny I’m walking... I’m walking... It was never about me.