Heaven In My Hands

I grew up under shadows,

Where every heartbeat felt like sin.

They drew their lines in scripture,

Told me fear was how you win.

Their voices like a verdict,

Echoed loud inside my skin.

But the louder they kept shouting,

The more I learned to breathe again.

I carried all that anger like a chain around my chest,

A war between their warnings and the truth I never met.

But now the fire’s gone quiet,

And the hate has turned to sand.

What they called hell was just their fear —

It never once was in my hands.

I found Heaven in the open,

In the stillness where I stand.

I’m not afraid of losing anything,

’Cause Heaven’s here, and I remain.

They swore the sky would break me,

If I stepped outside their lines.

Tried to cage me with their doctrine,

Tried to punish my own mind.

But love became my compass,

And peace became my spine.

I walked out of their thunder,

And I finally saw the light.

I let their warnings fade out like a storm that never lands,

And every step toward freedom felt like waking up again.

But now the fire’s gone quiet,

And the hate has turned to sand.

What they called hell was just their fear —

It never once was in my hands.

I found Heaven in the open,

In the stillness where I stand.

I’m not afraid of losing anything,

’Cause Heaven’s here, and I remain.

I was drowning in their prophecy,

Buried under borrowed shame.

But the truth was always whispering,

“You were never meant to break.”

Now the fear is just an echo,

And the echo fades away.

I’m alive inside the present —

And the present is my faith.

Yeah, the fire’s gone quiet,

And the hate has turned to sand.

What they called hell was just their fear —

It never lived inside my hands.

I found Heaven in the breathing,

In the love I understand.

No more fear of loss or endings —

I have Heaven where I stand.