What are you good at?
I am no stranger to broken roads, but grace has lit each step I’ve known.
Not for applause, nor to be seen, but to reflect what Christ redeems.
I’ve held the weight of others’ pain,
Whispered prayers in Jesus’ name.
I’ve learned to listen, not just speak, to serve in strength and still be meek.
My hands are His, my voice His tool, each moment shaped in heaven’s school.
Not perfect, no, but made to be, a vessel of His love, set free.
So if you see a light in me,
It’s not my own, it’s Him you see.
For every good that flows from this, Is simply grace, I’m only His.
Returning to Intimacy 