I know where I belong.

With those people, in that space.

My church is my everything.

My family, my safe place.

I see most my favorite people there.

I speak up and sing out without a care.

My confidence is at its highest.

It's the best, but I guess I'm biased.

But here is my favorite part:

During worship when, together,

With lifted hands,

And hearts changed for the better,

My church sings to him; joyful songs

And I know for sure,

Every one of us belongs.