King of the Dessert

[Verse 1]
Used to hold my doubt like a shield
Paper crown
Cardboard field
Thought I knew the way things go
Stay in line
Stay in control

Then you walked in
Plate in hand
Sticky fingers
Sugar on your plans
Said
“Sit down
Kid
Taste and see
Grace is wild
And dessert is free”

[Chorus]
I used to fear the sweetest things
Turn from joy
Clip my wings
Counting crumbs like a currency
Afraid of laughing too loud
Too free
But now I sing at the table spread
Frosting on my face instead
I was too strict to ever taste
Till love piled seconds on my plate

[Verse 2]
Sunday shoes on a tiled floor
Plastic forks at the back hall door
Someone’s aunt brought that secret cake
Steam from coffee
Stories break

You said
“Life’s short
Take a slice
Mercy’s more than just being nice”
Every bite
Every busted rule
Made my old shame look kinda cruel

[Chorus]
I used to fear the sweetest things
Turn from joy
Clip my wings
Counting crumbs like a currency
Afraid of laughing too loud
Too free
But now I sing at the table spread
Frosting on my face instead
I was too strict to ever taste
Till love piled seconds on my plate

[Bridge]
Used to kneel with a hungry heart
Watching feasts from the outside dark
Now I’m in the middle of the room
Mouth full
Finally making room

[Breakdown]
[Drums drop
Claps and choir humming]

[Verse 3]
Then the back doors swing out wide
White shirt
Big grin
Bright eyes
Someone shouts
“Make space
Make space
Pastor Sam just joined this place!” (hey!)

He grabs one roll
Then maybe five
Three more cookies just to “stay alive”
Mashed potatoes like a mountain range
Cherry pie on a separate plate

He’s got ribs lined up like a choir row
Mac and cheese stacked three bricks low
Green beans hiding under gravy rain
One more taco “for the pain”

[Chorus]
And we all cheer at the table spread
Frosting wars breaking out instead
We were too stiff to ever taste
Till joy put laughter on our plates
Now we sing with our mouths half full
Hearts undone and pockets dull
I was too strict to ever taste
Till love piled seconds on my plate

[Outro]
Pastor Sam wipes crumbs from his sleeve
Says
“Take more than you think you need”
Then he smiles
Goes back for yams
Room goes wild for Pastor Sam (oh yeah)