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Lyrics:
Verse 1: I told God I was tired, and I meant it this time, No bright light, no voice—just the hum of the power lines. I kept my hands in my pockets, my faith on the floor, If there's grace in the static, I can't hear it anymore.
I can’t hear it anymore…
Chorus: Maybe light doesn't shout, it just waits, Soft as a whisper that carries Your name. And maybe belief is a slow-burning flame, Not a spark, not a fire, but what remains.
Maybe light has already arrived, It’s the warmth in the dark keeping us alive. And I know the silence is something I need, To learn how to listen, not just to believe.
Verse 2: Last night I walked through the rain just to get some air, My thoughts hit relentlessly, and left no room for prayer, Saw a kid soaked to the bone, couldn’t hold back his laughter, That’s when I felt something shift—maybe letting go is the only answer.
Will You be there when I fall?
Bridge: I’ve stared into night skies and prayed into walls, Chased every echo down empty halls. But somewhere between the lost and the found, Your Spirit, a whisper, a still, small sound.
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