Verse 1 There are chapters I would never choose, Pages I would rather leave behind. Some decisions brought a thousand questions, Some wounds changed the way I see my life. I once thought I had lost so much, I wondered why You let it be. But through the pain I found three treasures— Three sons You gave to me. Pre-Chorus What I called a broken story, You were using all along. What I thought would be my ending Became where You made me strong. Chorus There was grace inside the wound, There was mercy in the pain. What I thought would only break me You were using to remake. I don't understand the purpose, I can't see the road ahead, But I know that through the sorrow Your grace has carried me. Verse 2 Maybe I would have walked much farther Without learning what I needed most. Maybe I would have reached my later years With success but still a restless soul. You allowed a painful surgery, Cutting deeper than I understood. Taking out the things that held me So You could shape my heart for good. Pre-Chorus Every scar became a teacher, Every tear became a prayer. And the years I thought were wasted Showed me You were always there. Chorus There was grace inside the wound, There was mercy in the pain. What I thought would only break me You were using to remake. I don't understand the purpose, I can't see the road ahead, But I know that through the sorrow Your grace has carried me. Bridge Next year I'll enter another season, And I still don't know what's waiting there. I cannot see the plans before me, But I know the One who holds them there. Maybe this was preparation, Maybe there's a work I cannot see. I don't need to know tomorrow To be grateful for today. Final Chorus There is grace inside the wound, There is mercy in the pain. Every chapter of my story Still belongs to You, my King. For the sons You placed beside me, For the lessons I have learned, For the person I am becoming, I will praise You for Your grace. Outro I don't know what lies ahead, I don't know the purpose yet. But when I look behind me, I can see Your fingerprints. I am older now, But I am not forgotten. The years have not been wasted. The wounds have not been wasted. Whatever You have planned for me, Whatever road You call me to, I will walk it with thanksgiving— Because Your grace has brought me through. Grace in the wound, Mercy in the pain, And whatever comes tomorrow, I will trust Your name.
