[Verse 1] Every heart has got a chapter It would rather leave unread, A road it never meant to travel, Words it wishes were unsaid. Some are carrying old sorrow, Some are learning how to trust, Some are standing in the ruins Of the life they thought they’d love. But somewhere in the turning, When there’s nowhere left to go, Grace begins to write a sentence That the wounded heart can know. [Chorus] Some stories break you open, Some teach your heart to hope, Some lead you through the wandering Till grace brings you back home. When you thought the page was ending, God was writing all along. There are stories you remember, And stories that feel like home. [Verse 2] Sometimes love comes softly, Not with thunder, not with fire, Just a hand that keeps on reaching When you’re too afraid to try. Sometimes home is not a building, Not a town or place you knew, Sometimes home is finally finding Someone safe enough for truth. And sometimes God will use another To remind a heart once torn That what looked like an ending Might be where new life is born. [Chorus] Some stories break you open, Some teach your heart to hope, Some lead you through the wandering Till grace brings you back home. When you thought the page was ending, God was writing all along. There are stories you remember, And stories that feel like home. [Bridge] We hold the pen so tightly, Trying to choose the final line, As if we know the ending, As if we understand the why. But the Author sees the whole thing— Every tear and every scar, And He can take the pages We would rather tear apart. He doesn’t waste the heartbreak. He doesn’t lose the thread. He can breathe redemption Into words we thought were dead. [Final Chorus] Some stories break you open, Some teach your heart to hope, Some lead you through the wandering Till grace brings you back home. When you thought the page was ending, God was writing all along. Taking broken hearts and making Something beautiful and strong. Through every loss and every promise, Through every road we’ve known, There are stories you remember— And stories that feel like home. [Outro] Maybe home was never somewhere. Maybe home was always grace.
