Doubt, good to see you – here’s a microphone, the room is yours.
Fear, welcome. The podium is set. The microphone is hot. You’re live.
Microphone check – you Christ. Speak loudly, clearly, over the gap of heaven and here.
Guard my feet in wisdom and child things.
Child trust and hand holding.
Can I hold your hand, Jesus?
Hold your one finger like a kid holds his dad’s thumb.
We give it away and leave our Savior to drown in noise.