Walk into the room like God sent you there,

Not polished, not perfect, but carried by prayer.

Before fear had a voice, before doubt knew your name,

You were designed with purpose, already aflame.

Fear whispers you’re lacking, that you’ll never compare,

Grace answers softly: you’re meant to be there. 

No need to worry, no need to compete,

His calling is reason enough for your seat.

Don’t fold into corners to make others tall, 

The purpose within you was never made small.

Let grace be the ground where your confidence grows,

And the gifts placed within you will steadily show.

So, move with assurance, move with your peace, 

Your worth doesn’t waver, your purpose won’t cease.

Walk gently with kindness, walk boldly with grace,

No one can fill your God-given place.

Walk into the room knowing you’re meant to be there, 

No one stands above you, no brilliance more rare. 

You’re already enough, so no need to measure,

Trust that your presence is its own quiet treasure.