Say It

I have walked in seasons
where the road felt endless
and no door would open.

I have known the kind of hunger
that food cannot touch —
the thirst that dries the soul.

I have pretended I was fine
while everything inside me
was losing strength.

Then I called His name.
Not polished.
Not poetic.
Just desperate.

And He answered.

Not always by changing the storm —
but by leading my feet
out of what would have swallowed me.

He gathered what was scattered.
He steadied what was fainting.
He brought me into a place
I did not build
but now get to rest in.

So I will not whisper this.

If He pulled me from ruin,
if He led me when I had no sense of direction,
if He rescued me from what was closing in —

I will say so.

Let the redeemed speak
not because life was easy,
but because mercy was real.

And I am living proof
that deliverance still walks among us.