Listening is the doorway through which understanding walks in

I broke on the edge of my own design,
Chasing ghosts that I swore were mine.
Through empty halls where my fears reside,
Grace whispered soft through the cracks I hide.
Grace touched the ruins where my heart once fell,
Turned ashes to glory, broke open my shell.
Grace got me—caught me beneath the wave,
Lifted my soul from the pit I gave.
Now I’m breathing colors where the shadows fade,
Grace got me—
and I’m remade.

I wandered long through the night’s embrace,
Blind to the mercy in front of my face.
I built my walls high, brick over stone,
Trying to stand on a strength not my own.
But grace saw the trembling beneath my pride,
Saw every wound I refused to confide.
Grace moved the mountains I couldn’t even name,
Grace held my pieces, restored me without shame.

“For the Son of Man came to seek and save,”
—Luke 19:10
Not the perfect—
the weary, the lost, the brave
who dare to believe
that love still saves.

Grace got me—
not after I learned how to stand,
but right in the moment
I let go of my plan.
Right in the fall,
right in the ache,
right when the dam
in my chest
finally
broke.

I carried sorrows that bent my frame,
Whispers of guilt that called out my name.
But grace replied with a louder song,
A melody ancient, eternal, strong.
Grace sang of mercy that cannot be priced,
Grace sang of freedom found only in Christ.
Grace sang of burdens lifted away,
Grace sang, “My child,
you’re okay.”

“Come to Me, all who labor and mourn,
And I will give rest
to the tired and worn.”
—Matthew 11:28
I felt that verse breathe
where my hope had grown thin,
Grace got me—
and let the light in.

I once walked roads where the night felt long,
Paths full of echo where nothing felt strong.
I broke beneath pressure I hid from view,
Pretending I held it—
but grace always knew.
Grace saw the tears I swallowed in fear,
Grace saw the pain I pretended wasn’t near.
Grace saw the storm I hid deep within,
Grace didn’t judge me—
grace welcomed me in.

“For by grace you have been saved through faith—
Not of yourselves,”
the Scriptures saith.
—Ephesians 2:8
Not by my striving,
not by my hand,
Grace is the reason
I rise
and stand.

Grace got me—
steady in the flood,
Held me while drowning
in my own blood.
Grace pulled me up
from the deep I made,
Grace wrapped my heart
in a love unfraid.

I tried to outrun what my soul had feared,
But grace kept pace,
came close,
drew near.
I tried to hide in the dark I knew,
But grace lit lanterns
and showed me truth.
I tried to earn what was never earned,
Tried to perform what could not be learned.
But grace is a river,
not a wage or task—
It pours and it covers
before you ask.

Where sin would whisper,
“Look what you’ve done,”
Grace answers stronger,
“Look at My Son.”
For every failure the past recalls,
Grace speaks forgiveness
that covers it all.

“Where sin increased,
grace increased more,”
—Romans 5:20
A tide of love
on redemption’s shore.

I’ve walked through fires
that scarred my skin,
Battles on battle
I could not win.
Yet grace kept fighting
when I withdrew,
Grace stood its ground
when I had no clue
how to keep moving
or how to stay strong—
Grace whispered truth,
“Child, you still belong.”

Grace is not fragile,
Grace does not flee,
Grace breaks chains
so captives go free.
Grace is the anthem
my soul can’t deny,
Grace is the reason
these bones won’t die.

Grace got me—
held in its hand,
Where I found mercy
I still don’t understand.
Grace got me—
broke every chain,
Spoke peace to the storm
in my hurricane.

Now I’m walking roads
with a lighter stride,
Carrying peace
where the fear once lied.
Every breath is a testament,
clear and true:
Grace didn’t just save me—
grace made me new.

I rise each morning
to the sound of grace,
A dawn of mercy
that warms my face.
No longer lost
in the dark I knew—
Grace is the compass
that guides me through.
Grace is the shelter
when storms appear,
Grace is the whisper
that God is near.

“And He said unto me,
‘My grace is sufficient for thee,’”
—2 Corinthians 12:9
And truly
it was grace
that made me free.

So here is my story,
simple and true—
Grace found me broken,
and carried me through.
Grace held my heart
when it came undone,
Grace wrote my healing
in the blood of the Son.
Grace saw my worst
and still chose to stay,
Grace turned my night
into holy day.

Grace got me—
not because I am strong,
But because grace
has been holding me
all along.

Grace got me—
caught me when I fell,
Lifted me straight
out of my hell.
Grace got me—
and the past decayed.
Grace got me—
and I’m remade.