I am here. I am listening. I trust You. I open my hands to what is. This breath is Yours. This ache is Yours. This waiting — even this — is holy. You are my counsel, the whisper inside the silence. You are my peace when nothing makes sense. You are the calm that meets my trembling. (Gentle rise — choir hums like wind in a chapel) Even when I don’t understand, I bow to the mystery. Even in the shadows, I feel Your light. Your grace finds me when I’m still. Your grace finds me when I run. Your grace finds me when I’ve come undone. (Echo — soft harmony) Grace is running after me. Grace is running after me. (Bridge — spoken, reverent) Wash me in Your mercy. Hold me in Your truth. Teach my heart to remember what it already knows — that I am never apart from You. (Final refrain — husky duet, full yet tender) I am Yours. You are mine. In the breaking, in the mending, in the breath between — Grace is running after me. (Outro — whispered over piano and fading hums) Grace… is running after me.
