“Light in My Hands”

I’ve been stitching up a heart that’s been torn in every season,

Trying to love myself again without begging for a reason.

Some nights I break in quiet ways,

Ways only God and I can hear.

But even when my voice is shaking,

I feel my spirit pulling near.

I’ve been walking through my memories,

Every one a hymn of hurt and grace.

I let desire take my power,

Till I forgot I had a place.

But healing found me in the silence,

Held me close when I felt weak.

Now I’m learning how to honor

The voice I never let speak.

I’ve been shattered, I’ve been silenced,

But I rise like I was planned.

Still I’m learning, still returning

To the light I hold in my hands.

I’m healing from the love that left me empty,

Still craving something real enough to stay.

I’m reaching for a future full of meaning,

Where desire doesn’t fade or slip away.

I’m tender, but I’m stronger than I’m showing—

Still believing in the beauty of the plan.

And hope keeps whispering softly,

There’s a light in my hands.

I’ve been scared to let my heart be touched,

Afraid I’ll fall for someone’s lie.

But healing feels like opening

A door I used to keep closed tight.

I’m letting go of heartbreak,

Letting softness be my truth.

And every time I breathe again,

I feel the strength to make it through.

Maybe love will find me slowly,

Maybe healing takes its time.

But I’m learning how to open

Every door I closed behind.

I’ll stay hopeful, stay tender, stay rising,

Even when the nights feel rough.

Someday someone will hold me gently

And remind me I’m enough.

I’m healing from the love that left me empty,

Still craving something real enough to stay.

I’m reaching for a future full of meaning,

Where desire doesn’t fade or slip away.

I’m tender, but I’m stronger than I’m showing—

Still believing in the beauty of the plan.

And hope keeps whispering softly,

There’s a light in my hands.

(ad‑libs)

Ohhh… in my hands…

I’m glowing… I’m rising…

I’m growing…

There’s a light in my hands.