(Slow piano. Gentle organ hum. A single voice rises — soft, reverent, aching.) Verse 1 I can feel You in the stillness, in the whisper of my chest, not a God up in the heavens, but the Life within my breath. Every heartbeat is Your choir, every tear, a kind of psalm, I have laid down all my questions, now I’m resting in Your calm. Chorus This is worship — not of thunder, not of crowns or thrones above. This is worship — pure surrender, to the One I am — to Love. In this holy breath, You meet me, in this silence, I am found. You are here, and I am hearing what can’t be spoken, only sound. Verse 2 All my striving and my pleading, all the ways I tried to prove, have been washed beneath the river of the truth I’m moving through. There’s no preacher, there’s no sermon, only Presence in the room, and the Light that keeps on shining even when I’m walking through. Bridge (spoken) I’m not reaching for a heaven far away. Heaven’s breathing in me now. I bow — not down to something higher, but deeper. To the presence within me, to the I Am that is God Final Chorus (rise) This is worship — without borders, without walls, without a name. This is fire turned to mercy, this is peace inside the flame. Every breath, a new beginning, every note, a soft amen. In this holy breath, You’re singing — and I am listening again. (Music fades into soft organ, violin sighs once, then silence.)
