VERSE 1 — Opening the Book
I sit down on the floor with the years in my hands,
Old photos scattered like grains of sand.
Faces I loved, storms I survived,
Moments I barely made it out alive.
But as I look closer, frame by frame,
I see a shadow in every flame.
Not mine…
Yours.
Walking softly, staying near,
Even when I couldn’t feel You here.
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PRE‑CHORUS — The Realization
I didn’t know it then,
But now it’s clear to me:
Every picture holds a whisper
Of the God who carried me.
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CHORUS — The Journey, Not the Finish Line
This is The Photo Album,
Where I watch You rebuild me.
Not the finish line I’m chasing,
But the journey where You healed me.
I see You in the shadows,
I see You in the climb.
I celebrate the years You saved me,
One frame at a time.
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VERSE 2 — The Strip Down
There’s a season where I’m hollow, stripped to bone,
Everything I leaned on suddenly gone.
No makeup, no armor, no strength of my own —
Just a girl in the valley, feeling alone.
But You were there in the quiet,
Planting truth where lies had grown.
Replacing every broken piece
With something holy, something known.
You didn’t rush the healing,
Didn’t force me to be strong.
You just stayed…
Patiently rebuilding
What had been hurting for so long.
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PRE‑CHORUS — The Thread
I didn’t know it then,
But now I finally see:
Every chapter holds a fingerprint
Of the God who carried me.
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CHORUS — The Becoming
This is The Photo Album,
Where I watch You rebuild me.
Not the finish line I’m chasing,
But the journey where You healed me.
I see You in the shadows,
I see You in the climb.
I celebrate the years You saved me,
One frame at a time.
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BRIDGE — The Slow Rebuild
Piece by piece,
Breath by breath,
You resurrected what was left.
Love replacing every fear,
Mercy stitching every tear.
You didn’t just save me —
You stayed with me.
You didn’t just change me —
You remade me.
And now I see You clearly
In the woman I’ve become.
Not perfect, not finished —
But reborn in Christ,
And rising from where I came from.
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FINAL CHORUS — The Celebration
This is The Photo Album,
Where Your grace keeps finding me.
Not the finish line I’m running to,
But the journey where You’re guiding me.
I see You in the shadows,
I see You in the climb.
I celebrate the years You saved me,
One frame at a time.
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OUTRO — The Woman in the Last Page
I close the book and breathe in deep,
Look at the woman You helped me keep.
Not who I was, not who I’ll be —
But Yours…
Fully.
BrightThunder915
