Dear God,
It’s me again at 2 a.m.
Ceiling fan spinning like questions in my head again.
I got dreams bigger than the walls I’m standing in,
But some days faith feels thin as thread again.
I been carrying worlds in both hands,
Trying to turn pain into purpose and plans.
Trying to build light where the darkness stands,
Trying to hear You through the noise of demands.
I know I’m not perfect.
I know I broke down.
I know there were nights
I felt too lost to be found.
But every scar became a roadmap somehow,
And I’m still here breathing right now.
(Pre-Chorus)
If You can hear me through the static and storms,
Through the fear and the pressure pulling me apart,
Then give me peace that survives the chaos,
And a fire that still lives inside my heart.
(Chorus)
Dear God,
Teach me how to trust the timing.
When I can’t see silver linings.
When my whole world feels undone.
Dear God,
Help me carry what I’m building.
Heal the places still unfinished.
Turn these ashes into suns.
And if I fall before I fly,
Remind me why I even tried.
Put Your hand over my life
Until the battle’s won.
Dear God…
Don’t let me give up now.
(Verse 2)
I seen rock bottom wear familiar clothes.
I seen empty rooms and hearts turned cold.
I seen people disappear like smoke,
And silence hit harder than words ever spoke.
But maybe pressure makes diamonds breathe.
Maybe broken roots still grow into trees.
Maybe every locked door wasn’t meant for me,
Maybe what’s ahead is bigger than what I see.
So if I’m walking through valleys tonight,
Keep a lantern hanging somewhere in sight.
Even moonlight still fights the night,
And tiny sparks still become wildfires.
(Bridge)
I don’t need a mansion tomorrow.
I don’t need a miracle rain.
I just need strength for the moment,
And wisdom to walk through pain.
Let my voice become something healing.
Let my hands build something real.
Let the people who feel forgotten
Know their hearts still matter here.
(Final Chorus)
Dear God,
If this road was meant to shape me,
Then don’t let fear overtake me.
I’ve come too far to run.
Dear God,
Take these dreams and multiply them.
Take this hope and let it guide them.
Let the lost feel like they belong.
And when the world feels cold at night,
Be the rhythm. Be the light.
Be the reason I survive
And keep becoming who I’m meant to become.
Dear God…
I’m still listening.
