Hey God, I'm in a lot of pain right now,
and I feel overwhelmed and confused
about where my life is going.
There's so much uncertainty,
and it's hard to know what the right steps are.
But even in the middle of all this,
I'm choosing to trust you, Father.
I believe deep down that you have a purpose for me,
a plan that's greater than anything
I could come up with on my own.
I may not see it clearly right now,
but I'm ready to follow wherever you lead me.
Please help me to stay close to you and
walk the path you've laid out for my life.
Give me strength when I'm weak,
clarity when I'm unsure,
and peace when I feel anxious.
Don't let me drift off course, Lord.
I need you more than ever before.
You are my guide, my hope, and my rock.
Help me to surrender all my fears and doubts
into your hands and take the next step in faith.
I trust you with my future,
and I'm holding on to your promises.
Amen.
We were pages caught in flame.
I loved too wild to have a name.
You laughed at life.
I held the pen and wrote you once and once again.
Late night drives and coffee stains,
chasing stars through window panes.
Every word you said was art,
printed deep inside my heart.
This was our favorite story,
hidden in the mess and glory.
We had no end,
just open skies and truth dressed up in little lies.
You were my once upon a time, my reason,
my broken rhyme.
We lived it all in faded glory,
our favorite story.
We dreamed too loud, too close, too fast,
and swore that love like this would last.
But every book runs out of page,
and every heart learns how to age.
I see your name in passing lights,
a ghost that glows on quiet nights.
I keep the letters,
keep the flame,
though every word still says your name.
This was our favorite story,
a tangled truth in all its glory.
We kissed like lines that couldn't rhyme,
then blamed the ending on the time.
You were my wild,
my bittersweet, my every loss, my small defeat.
We burned too bright,
too fast to see our favorite story.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
And if you read it once again,
would you stop before the end?
Would you change the way we fell or keep it written just as well?
This was our favorite story,
no heroes left,
no need for glory.
The words still whisper through my chest.
The ones we loved, we loved the best.
You were my start,
my melody,
my chapter marked in memory.
I'll never need another key
to our favorite story.