[Verse 1] I came for a word that could hold me together, But left with a burden I could barely name. They measured my life by familiar answers, Then called my confusion a failure of faith. [Pre-Chorus] I nodded along while my heart went quiet, Smiled through the judgment, swallowed the ache. If this is the comfort You meant to give me, Why do I leave here more broken than when I came? [Chorus] Where is the grace for the place I am standing? Where is the mercy that sees what I hide? I hear the rules, but they don't hear my breathing; I hear men's voices, while I search for Yours tonight. Tell me what to do when the doors close behind me— Teach me to wait without calling this pain a lie. [Verse 2] They hand me a list and a clean little answer, As if every wound has a proper design. But nobody asks what the week has demanded, Or why I can pray and still barely survive. [Pre-Chorus] I am not asking to make wrong things holy, Or turn every longing into a command. I need someone willing to sit in the silence, And meet me with truth that still reaches my hands. [Chorus] Where is the grace for the place I am standing? Where is the mercy that sees what I hide? I hear the rules, but they don't hear my breathing; I hear men's voices, while I search for Yours tonight. Tell me what to do when the doors close behind me— Teach me to wait without calling this pain a lie. [Bridge] Maybe I start with one honest sentence: God, I am tired of pretending I'm fine. Maybe Your voice is not rushing to fix me, But staying beside me until I can rise. Give me a faith that can face the unanswered, A conscience made tender, not sharpened by fear. If I am misunderstood by the voices around me, Let Your compassion become clearer here. [Final Chorus] Where is the grace for the place I am standing? Here in the questions I cannot untie. I hear the rules, but I will not confuse them With the living mercy that meets me tonight. Tell me what to do when the doors close behind me— Lead me one faithful and merciful step at a time. [Outro] I came for a word that could hold me together. I leave with a question, but breathe a little more. If Your voice is quieter than all of their answers, I will listen for love at the edge of the floor.
