Here I Lay

“Here I Lay”

Gospel Hip-Hop / Spoken Truth

Lord…

You said You’d never despise a broken and contrite heart.

Well, I’m here now.

And I’m all out of strength.

I mess up daily — You see that firsthand,

Still You tell me fight like I got it all planned.

Smile in the storm, peace in the pain,

But even strong soldiers break under strain.

Been at war since a kid, man, the battle don’t stop,

My scars ain’t for show — they from takin’ the shots.

I pray, I fast, I seek, I wait,

Still feels like blessings come late, or not at all — just weight.

How am I s’posed to stand with no ground to stand on?

Keep preachin’ peace when the world say “stand down”?

I’m tryna be light, but I wrestle with night,

Tryna show love, but I’m losin’ this fight.

Here I lay…

My soul exposed, no mask today.

If all I got is You — then that’s okay.

But I’m tired, Lord…

Yeah, I’m tired, Lord…

Just show me the way.

Tortured young, tortured grown, still tryna heal,

I got layers to my trauma that I barely feel.

Mastered the pain like it’s part of the plan,

But how do I lead when I’m barely a man?

Anxiety loud, but I keep it on mute,

Faith in my veins, but the doubt still shoots.

I make moves, they crumble. I build, then it breaks.

I give, I serve, I love — still carry the weight.

How do I win when the system rigged?

How do I shine when the lights gone dim?

I’m not here for the fame or the fake applause —

I just want healing and a cause.

Got a borrowed bed, not much to my name,

But I got these words, and I got this flame.

Late bloomer, yeah, started slow,

But God ain’t finished — I know, I know.

I just hope when You read these lines

You see more than sin…

You see the cry behind the grind.

You see the kid that was scared.

The man that still fights.

And the soul that still kneels

In the dark every night.

Here I lay…

Everything I am, everything I ain’t.

All my flaws, all my faith —

I give You what’s left, no more delay.

If You’re all I have…

Then I’m okay.

Don’t need a platform, don’t need the praise,

I just need purpose that outlives the grave.

I just need peace when I close my eyes,

And the courage to fight when the storm arrives.

I’ve been down bad, but I never gave up,

‘Cause the cross still stands when the pain flames up.

I know You’re near, even when it’s rough —

So take my ashes and call it enough.

I’m not perfect.

Never claimed to be.

But I’m still Yours…

If You’ll have me.

Here I lay —

My heart down.

And trust… Your ways.