[Verse - like a broken prayer] Here I am again, Lord On the pew in the back row. Listening to the preacher His voice is so loud. He speaks like he has never doubted a single day in his life. And then there’s me. And then there's me. Just a newborn in this new life, Trembling. My knees are shaking, and my throat is tight. I don’t have an anthem. I don’t have a thunderous shout. Just a small, quiet whisper inside my head... Asking if my tiny faith is enough to even matter to You. [Pre Chorus] But the room goes quiet. And Your still small voice reminds me... It’s never been about the size of the faith I hold in these pleading hands. It’s not about how strong I am. It's not about how strong I am. [Chorus] It’s about You. The One who calls the stars by name. It's about You. The Savior who washed away my shame. It’s not how much faith I have or how I feel It's that you have my heart and my faith is real It’s just about Who You are. And You are my God. [Verse] Then the storm came. The loud voices when following you was hard... the ones who seemed so unshakable... They walked away. They went out from us, into the dark. I guess they never really belonged here with us. Because if they had, they would have stayed through the winter. Their leaving just exposed the truth. But look at me... Shaky, weeping, a man of little faith... I’m still here. Not because I am strong. But because when the wind blew, I just tangled myself in Your robes. The proud withered. But the broken remained. [Bridge] I have stumbled so many times, Lord. Seven times down... maybe seventy-seven. My knees are bruised from hitting this floor. But You whisper that falling is not the same as failing. No, it’s not failing. Every time I hit the dust, You pick me up and strengthen my armor. I am not like those who turned their backs and fled. You aren't discarding me. With every tear, You are tempering the iron. Making me a soldier. Humbled. Broken. But rising again. Rising again. [Pre Chorus] And the room goes quiet. And Your still small voice reminds me... It’s never been about the size of the faith I hold in these pleading hands. It’s not about how strong I am. It's not about how strong I am. [Chorus] It’s about You. The One who calls the stars by name. It's about You. The Savior who washed away my shame. It’s not how much faith I have or how I feel It's that you have my heart and my faith is real It’s just about Who You are. And You are my God. [Outro] Jesus Christ, the Living King The God who was born and who died for me It's about You All praise to You
