(Intro — Distant church bell. Soft organ. Piano key. A shaky breath.) I don't know how other people talk to You... I just talk... Sometimes it sounds like I'm talking to myself... But sometimes... it's me talking to my Father... (beat drops — slow, warm) --- (Verse 1) I don't bow my head the way they taught me I don't fold my hands the way they showed I just sit in the quiet and start speaking Like You're in the room, like You already know Maybe that's strange, maybe that's wrong Maybe I'm supposed to be more formal with my song But I never learned how to perform for You I just learned how to be torn in two And still show up, still reach out Still open my mouth when the doubt is loud Some days it feels like I'm talking to the ceiling Like my words bounce back with no meaning But then other days, something shifts in my chest And I know it ain't me — it's something else A peace I can't explain with logic A calm that don't make sense with my diagnosis And I realize I'm not talking to myself I'm talking to my Father, and He's listening --- (Pre-Chorus) You said come as you are, not as you should be You said the broken are the ones who see So here I am, all fractured, all frayed Talking to my Father like a son who stayed --- (Chorus) I talk to God like He's my Father Not a judge, not a stranger, not a concept I chase I talk to God like He's in the room with me Like He's been here through every wound in me I don't know the scriptures the way the preachers do But I know the feeling when the Spirit breaks through And it's not always loud, it's not always clear But I know my Father hears me when I'm here --- (Verse 2) "Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you" That's what You told Jeremiah, and I feel that too Even when I wished I was never born You had a plan that survived the storm "Come to me, all who are weary and burdened" And I came with a back that was hurting From carrying weight that was never mine From burying grief that I couldn't find "Be still and know that I am God" Hard to be still when my mind is a fraud Telling me lies, telling me I'm nothing But Your voice cuts through when the darkness is buzzing Not in words, not in thunder, not in flame Just a whisper, just a knowing, just my name And I answer — not with poetry or pride Just "Father, I'm here, and I'm tired of the fight" And somehow that's enough Somehow that's worship --- (Pre-Chorus) You said the Spirit intercedes when I can't speak When my words fall short and my faith is weak So here I am, no filter, no show Just a son talking to his Father, slow --- (Chorus) I talk to God like He's my Father Not a judge, not a stranger, not a concept I chase I talk to God like He's in the room with me Like He's been here through every wound in me --- (Bridge) I used to think worship was a song on Sunday Hands raised, eyes closed, everything okay But worship is this — me at 3 AM Telling You I'm scared and I don't understand Worship is the hospital bed, the broken prayer The "God, if You're real, prove You're there" Worship is the tear I don't wipe away 'Cause I know You catch 'em anyway "The Lord is close to the brokenhearted" Then You must be right here where I've been walking "The righteous cry out, and the Lord hears them" So hear me now, Father, I'm near the end Of myself — and maybe that's where You begin --- (Final Chorus — Full production. Choir swells. Drums like a heartbeat.) I talk to God like He's my Father Not a judge, not a stranger, not a concept I chase I talk to God like He's right here with me Like He's carried me through every injury I don't know the scriptures the way the scholars do But I know the feeling when Your Spirit breaks through And it's not always loud, it's not always clear But I know my Father holds me when I'm here --- (Outro — Church bell. Piano fading. Final whisper.) I don't know how other people talk to You... But this is how I do it... Just me... just You... Just a son and his Father... That's enough... That's worship... (church bell) (piano) (silence)
