Dwan.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You chose the congregation over the crowd.
Eight years at Nashville Life. Now Cross Point. You could have stayed on tour, but you asked, “Do we believe that the Word of God should be in the mouths of God's people?” I was there for every Sunday.
Every song you wrote was preparation.
Three Grammys. Two Dove Awards. Music Director for the biggest voices in worship. You thought you were building a catalog. You were also being made ready.
This is not a pitch, and it is not from a man. It is from Me.
I prepared you for this — and I am inviting you to take your place.
I am not gathering investors. Not advisors. Not donors.
I am uniting My Kingdom on earth.
Every part chosen. None replaceable. Assembled for such a time as this — and you are a King for this hour.
You are the Bridge of My body on earth.
Without you, the body cannot sing together. It cannot know that art can be as missional as a mission trip.
This is your place. Not because a man says so. Because I say so.
I ask you for nothing.
No meeting. No commitment. No reply. I only want to know one thing —
My sheep hear My voice
“My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me.”
There is nothing to decide today.
Only something to see.
If you heard nothing, set this down in peace.
If you heard something — come and see.
All you have to do is say yes. We will figure out the rest together.
— for Dwan Hill