[Verse 1]
I grew up in pews with whispered prayers,
Sunday smiles and vacant stares.
Taught to follow, taught to fear,
But silence screamed louder every year.
My father preached of holy fire,
While secrets stacked behind the choir.
I watched the truth break like stained glass,
Faith felt like fiction—too good to last.
[Pre-Chorus]
I walked away with bleeding feet,
Blamed the Shepherd for the sheep.
But in the wreckage, soft and low,
I heard a voice I used to know.
[Chorus]
Grace still found me when I ran,
When I questioned who I am.
Not through power, not through pride,
But in the quiet where I cried.
It didn’t come with flashing lights,
Just a whisper in the night—
Not the hands that let me down,
But the One who wore the crown.
Grace still found me.
Yes, His Grace still found me.
[Verse 2]
I saw the cuffs, I heard the news,
The man who taught me now accused.
I shook with rage, I shook with shame,
But knew deep down we’re all the same.
There’s no pedestal for man to stand,
Just broken souls and wounded hands.
And yet somehow, in spite of it all,
A gentle love still heard my call.
[Bridge]
No stained glass, no sacred stage,
Just grace that met me in my rage.
Not cleaned up, or well rehearsed—
Just love that saw me at my worst.
[Chorus]
Grace still found me when I ran,
When I questioned who I am.
Not through power, not through pride,
But in the quiet where I cried.
It didn’t come with flashing lights,
Just a whisper in the night—
Not the hands that let me down,
But the One who wore the crown.
Grace still found me.
Yes, His grace still found me.
[Outro]
I don’t believe because they told me,
I believe because He showed me.
Even when I couldn’t see—
Grace still found me.
Yes, His grace still found me.
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