[Intro — whispered, close mic] Thursday afternoon… Stained carpet, folding chairs Still You’re here [Verse 1] Sandwiches waiting by the paper plates Watermelon shining in the window haze Quiet little room, names upon a page Tears in the corners, grace in the space No cameras rolling, no bright marquee Just a tired family leaning in to breathe But he stood up with a fire in his chest Preached the same Savior, gave the same best [Pre-Chorus] Oh, it don’t have to be a stadium To lift Your holy name When two or three are gathered Jesus, You still do the same [Chorus] I’m gonna give You all my heart In the small room, in the unseen part When nobody’s clapping, when nobody knows I’ll bring You my yes, Lord, everywhere I go For an audience of One I’ll keep the faith, I’ll get it done In season, out of season, Your will be done I’m serving for an audience of One [Verse 2] Maybe it’s a phone call after work Maybe it’s a meal for somebody who hurts Maybe it’s the prayer that no one hears Maybe it’s showing up year after year Not every seed gets a spotlight glow Not every act of love gets told But Heaven sees every hidden thing And the smallest offering can make angels sing [Pre-Chorus] So I’ll be ready when You call my name With Your Spirit in my veins No task too common, no room too small I’ll answer You with all [Chorus] I’m gonna give You all my heart In the small room, in the unseen part When nobody’s clapping, when nobody knows I’ll bring You my yes, Lord, everywhere I go For an audience of One I’ll keep the faith, I’ll get it done In season, out of season, Your will be done I’m serving for an audience of One [Bridge — bass, claps, breathy lead] You see the chair I set You see the tears I catch You see the words I speak When my hands are shaking You see the race I run You see I won’t give up One day I’ll hear You say “Well done, good and faithful…” [Final Chorus — fuller harmonies] I’m gonna give You all my heart In the small room, in the unseen part When nobody’s clapping, when nobody knows I’ll bring You my yes, Lord, everywhere I go For an audience of One I’ll fight the fight till the race is run In season, out of season, Your will be done I’m living for an audience of One [Outro — clean ending] Thursday afternoon Folding chairs and faithful hearts Jesus, You are here I’ll serve You where You are
