He opens up the church
Right at 6:15 in the morning
He does it every day
For the old and gray
Adoring
Hopeful souls abide
Listening to their guide
Sending prayers to God on high
She gathers up the youth
To share with them the truth on Sunday
They look down at their phones
She preaches all alone
Despairing
But younger hearts still feel
A yearning for the real
A spark, a glimpse, a grace revealed
Bow your heads in prayer
For pastors everywhere

Giving all for God and us
Jesus be their strength
Sustain them, lift their spirits
As they serve in the corners of the world
His church is falling down
In little Rabinal, Guatemala
Some come in search of hope
Others just to cope
Together
Blessings break their chains
Renewal comes again
Meaning found amidst the pain
Bow your heads in prayer
For pastors everywhere
Giving all for God and us
Jesus be their strength
Sustain them, lift their spirits
As they serve in the corners of the world
As they serve in the corners of the world