Sermons and Scars (short version)

Grew up in pews with a preacher for a dad

Told folks 'bout Jesus, but inside I was mad

He was saving the world, too tired for me

So I learned to be silent, learned not to need

Smiled for the crowd, played the good son

But I buried my joy when the pressure begun

And I’m crying in the silence, still praying through the night

Trying to believe there’s a reason for the fight

I’ve got God, I’ve got faith, but I still feel alone

With no one beside me to help carry me home

I’m bruised and I’m broken, but I’m still holding on

I’ve loved and I’ve lost, I’ve fallen and bled

Hurt myself just to feel, battled voices in my head

But through all the numbness, the ache, and the fear

I whisper to Heaven, “God, are You near?”

Still crying in the silence, still waiting on the light

Still hoping through the shadows, still learning how to fight

I’ve got God, I’ve got hope, though it cuts to the bone

I’m scarred but not shattered—I’m still holding on