Worship and wounds

Title: “Worship & Wounds”

I raise my hands, they think I’m fine

But I’m breaking down inside

Got a Bible and a smile

But I ain’t felt whole in a while

Came from love, came from wealth

But I never learned myself

Mom and Dad were always gone

Brother tried to carry on

I got looks, I got grace

But no one ever wants to stay

They say I’m “wife material”

But I feel invisible

I’m the girl they praise on stage

But I’m stuck inside this cage

Talk to guys, but it’s all vibes

No one ever sees my cries

Worship and wounds, I’m hiding in tunes

Dancing in church, but breaking by noon

I’m the praise and the pain,

I’m the storm in the rain

I’m not cold — I’ve just been burned again

Gave my heart back in school

To a boy who played it cruel

He was hurt, couldn’t trust

Turned my love into dust

I kept showing up with grace

He kept pushing me away

Now I question what I’m worth

Like I’m cursed on this earth

I’m not fake, I’m just guarded

Not bitter, just battle-hearted

I’m the verse they skip in songs

I’ve been faithful all along

Worship and wounds, I’m healing in tunes

Still dancing in church, still chasing the moon

I’m the praise and the pain,

I’m the storm in the rain

I’m not lost — I’m just learning again

So if you see me lift my hands

Know I’m fighting where I stand

I’m not perfect, just real

And my worship helps me heal