Verse 1:
I told God I was tired, and I meant it this time,
No bright light, no voice—just the hum of the power lines.
I kept my hands in my pockets, my faith on the floor,
If there's grace in the static, I can't hear it anymore.

I can’t hear it anymore…

Chorus:
Maybe light doesn't shout, it just waits,
Soft as a whisper that carries Your name.
And maybe belief is a slow-burning flame,
Not a spark, not a fire, but what remains.

Maybe light has already arrived,
It’s the warmth in the dark keeping us alive.
And I know the silence is something I need,
To learn how to listen, not just to believe.

Verse 2:
Last night I walked through the rain just to get some air,
My thoughts hit relentlessly, and left no room for prayer,
Saw a kid soaked to the bone, couldn’t hold back his laughter,
That’s when I felt something shift—maybe letting go is the only answer.

Will You be there when I fall?

Bridge:
I’ve stared into night skies and prayed into walls,
Chased every echo down empty halls.
But somewhere between the lost and the found,
Your Spirit, a whisper, a still, small sound.