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“Son, believe, and He’ll show the way.”
Yet so many wander, unable to see,
Lost lambs led astray.
Mom, tell me—were you wrong?
Or am I the one who’s missing something?
Because I feel like I don’t belong,
Rock bottom—just an empty nothing.
I reach for answers but find only doubt,
Whispers of faith drowned by fear and regret.
You said He’d guide me, there’s no need to doubt,
But Mom, I haven’t seen Him yet.
God, I raise my hands, held high,
Praising Your name.
God, I fall to my knees, left behind,
Knowing only I’m to blame.
Show me the way—I’m lost, blinded,
By my own foolish pride,
By my own foolish pride.
Mom, I remember your smile,
The warmth of your voice as you read His word.
You taught me Psalms, you taught me John,
Said in His grace, I’d never be hurt.
“Just sit for a while,” you’d say to me,
“And you’ll see where my suffering’s gone.”
But Mom, I’m still searching, still on my knees,
Still waiting for light before the dawn.
I hear the echoes of your prayers at night,
Soft and steady, full of grace,
A faith so strong, a love so bright,
As if you stood before His face.
God, I raise my hands, held high,
Praising Your name.
God, I fall to my knees, left behind,
Knowing only I’m to blame.
Show me the way—I’m lost, blinded,
By my own foolish pride,
By my own foolish pride.
Mom, you held that Bible with pride,
Taught me right from wrong.
You showed me there’s nowhere to hide—
With Him, I’d always belong.
So I’ll keep searching, I’ll keep believing,
Even when the road feels long.
Because maybe faith is found in grieving,
And in Him, all suffering’s gone.
Details
GeneratedJun 15, 2025
Duration3:59
LanguageEnglish
Style
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MartinPayne
MartinPayneModelAria v4
