Low Battery, Still Believing

Coffee’s cold beside the sink,
Too worn out to overthink.
Everybody needs a piece;
I could use a little peace.

I don’t have a victory speech,
Some days hope feels out of reach.
But I pulled this chair up close—
You can have what’s left, Lord.

I won’t dress this up for You,
You already know the truth.
If a whisper’s all I bring,
Let it still be worshiping.

Low battery, but I’m still believing.
Empty hands, but I’m still receiving.
You are good when I can’t feel a thing;
You’re still worthy of the breath I bring.

I don’t need to hide how tired I am;
You can hold what I can’t understand.
No bright smile, no strength to pretend—
Low battery, but I’m still believing.

There are prayers I haven’t finished,
Just Your name and several minutes.
There are songs I barely sing,
But I’m listening through everything.

You don’t hurry past this chair,
Ask me why I’m sitting here.
Jesus, You know flesh and bone;
I don’t have to ache alone.

I won’t promise I feel strong;
I can stay here through this song.
If tomorrow feels like this,
You’ll be faithful in the midst.

Low battery, but I’m still believing.
Empty hands, but I’m still receiving.
You are good when I can’t feel a thing;
You’re still worthy of the breath I bring.

I don’t need to hide how tired I am;
You can hold what I can’t understand.
No bright smile, no strength to pretend—
Low battery, but I’m still believing.

Let my yes be small and true.
Let my rest belong to You.
I’m Your child before I serve;
Your love isn’t something earned.

I may leave here needing sleep,
Still with promises to keep.
But tonight, with all that’s missing,
You are here—and I am listening.

With the little breath remaining…
You are worthy of my praise.

Low battery, but I’m still believing.
Empty hands, but I’m still receiving.
You are good when I can’t feel a thing;
You’re still worthy of the breath I bring.

I don’t need to hide how tired I am;
You can hold what I can’t understand.
Still worn out, still held in Your hands—
Low battery, but I’m still believing.

The dishes wait.
The room is still.
I’m going to bed.
You’re faithful still.

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Coffee’s cold beside the sink, Too worn out to overthink. Everybody needs a piece; I could use a little peace. I don’t have a victory speech, Some days hope feels out of reach. But I pulled this chair up close— You can have what’s left, Lord. I won’t dress this up for You, You already know the truth. If a whisper’s all I bring, Let it still be worshiping. Low battery, but I’m still believing. Empty hands, but I’m still receiving. You are good when I can’t feel a thing; You’re still worthy of the breath I bring. I don’t need to hide how tired I am; You can hold what I can’t understand. No bright smile, no strength to pretend— Low battery, but I’m still believing. There are prayers I haven’t finished, Just Your name and several minutes. There are songs I barely sing, But I’m listening through everything. You don’t hurry past this chair, Ask me why I’m sitting here. Jesus, You know flesh and bone; I don’t have to ache alone. I won’t promise I feel strong; I can stay here through this song. If tomorrow feels like this, You’ll be faithful in the midst. Low battery, but I’m still believing. Empty hands, but I’m still receiving. You are good when I can’t feel a thing; You’re still worthy of the breath I bring. I don’t need to hide how tired I am; You can hold what I can’t understand. No bright smile, no strength to pretend— Low battery, but I’m still believing. Let my yes be small and true. Let my rest belong to You. I’m Your child before I serve; Your love isn’t something earned. I may leave here needing sleep, Still with promises to keep. But tonight, with all that’s missing, You are here—and I am listening. With the little breath remaining… You are worthy of my praise. Low battery, but I’m still believing. Empty hands, but I’m still receiving. You are good when I can’t feel a thing; You’re still worthy of the breath I bring. I don’t need to hide how tired I am; You can hold what I can’t understand. Still worn out, still held in Your hands— Low battery, but I’m still believing. The dishes wait. The room is still. I’m going to bed. You’re faithful still.

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