Digesting the Grain

Verse 1 I swallowed the wheat with the dirt still on, Took in the field where the war was grown. Every hard season, every bitter rain, Sat in my stomach, calling out my name. I used to choke on what I couldn’t explain, Chewing old stories like husks of pain. But something in me learned to break it down, Turn the heavy into holy ground. Pre-Chorus Let it sit, let it burn, Let the body finally learn. What was meant to make me ache Can become the bread I bake. Chorus I’m digesting the grain, Turning sorrow into strength again. Grinding down the years that tried to shame me, Feeding the fire that came to save me. I’m digesting the grain, No more starving in the field of pain. What I couldn’t swallow, I can name— I’m digesting the grain. Verse 2 There’s a millstone turning in my chest, Crushing what I carried, giving me rest. I don’t curse the harvest, I don’t bless the blade, I just learn what my hunger made. Some seeds were planted without my say, Some roots grew wild in a violent way. But I am not the field they left behind, I am the table, the feast, the wine. Pre-Chorus Let it crack, let it rise, Let the truth ferment inside. What was buried in the clay Comes back golden one day. Chorus I’m digesting the grain, Turning sorrow into strength again. Grinding down the years that tried to shame me, Feeding the fire that came to save me. I’m digesting the grain, No more starving in the field of pain. What I couldn’t swallow, I can name— I’m digesting the grain. Bridge I was not made to stay raw forever, Not made to rot beneath the weather. I was made to break, to rise, to change, To become bread from the ache and the strange. Bless the belly, bless the flame, Bless the body that survived the grain. Bless the hunger, bless the scar, Bless the meal of who we are. Final Chorus I’m digesting the grain, Turning poison into prayer again. Grinding down the grief that tried to claim me, Feeding the soul that came to save me. I’m digesting the grain, No more starving in the field of pain. What I couldn’t swallow, I can name— I’m digesting the grain. Outro I take it in, I break it down, I rise as bread From holy ground.