Tonight I stand
On holy ground.

There isn’t a Moses
Or a burning bush.

There isn’t thunder rolling
Nor lightning strikes,
The earth isn’t quacking.

Sitting in front of me
Are a handful of musicians
Talking about music
Imagining new tunes
And unsung lyrics

Dreaming of creating something
That moves us all

It’s holy
BIG holy
It’s the holiest of holy

The honesty blankets the room
They are creators
Not afraid to create
And in doing so
They have made this ground
Holy.