Built Backwards

I thought unanswered prayers meant I was forgotten.

Turns out… I was being built

I asked for peace, I got chaos so I could learn to make my own.

I prayed for love, I got heartbreak so I could learn to love myself first.

I begged for purpose, I had to walk through the dark so I could find it.

Maybe the struggle wasn’t the delay.

Maybe it was the answer…

just arriving backwards.

I asked for peace, the noise came loud

Storms in my chest, clouds in my mouth

Every night felt like a war

With thoughts I didn’t ask for

I prayed for calm, the sky went black

Had to learn how to fight my way back

Didn’t know then what I know now

Silence was the forge, not the fallout

I thought the quiet meant He left

Didn’t know He was teaching me breath

Maybe prayers don’t come how we think

Maybe faith is learning not to sink

If I asked for strength, why would it be easy?

If I asked for light, why would I see clearly?

Every scar was shaping me

Every fall was schooling me

I didn’t lose — I was becoming

This wasn’t the end

It was the answer coming

I asked for gold, my pockets bled

Learned real value’s not what’s spent

I prayed for wisdom, failed the test

Over and over — learned the rest

I asked for love, my heart got torn

Guess you can’t give what you’ve never worn

Had to learn my name inside

Before I could stand for someone else’s side

I thought the pain proved I was wrong

Turns out it’s where I found my song

Maybe prayers don’t come how we think

Maybe faith is learning not to sink

If I asked for strength, why would it be easy?

If I asked for light, why would it be handed to me?

Every scar was shaping me

Every fall was schooling me

I didn’t lose — I was becoming

This wasn’t the end

It was the answer coming

I walked through hell to learn the way

So I could guide someone else someday

I spoke to storms so I could stand

Now I know peace is built by hand

Maybe prayers don’t come how we think

Maybe faith is learning not to sink

If I asked for strength, why would it be easy?

If I asked for light, why would it be handed to me?

Every scar was shaping me

Every fall was schooling me

I didn’t lose — I was becoming

This wasn’t the end

It was the answer coming

Prayers don’t come how we think

Sometimes faith is standing knee-deep

If I asked for purpose, this was it

Learning how to rise, not just survive it

Every scar was shaping me

Every night was preparing me

I didn’t break — I was becoming

This wasn’t the end

It was the answer

It was the answer

It was the answer coming

I asked for peace…

and learned how to make it...

If you’re hurting right now,

you’re not behind.

You’re not forgotten...

You’re becoming.