In Your Name
In Your name, I begin anew,
A vision, a spark, a sacred task.
There is a new project,
Born not from pride, but from hope.
In His blessing, I will find my strength.
In His blessing, it will all work.
The sky whispers its promise.
My soul stirs with trembling hands.
Must be strong—
Must finish it all—
Though every breath feels heavy.
Though the night never ends.
There is Him—
A presence constant, a shadow light.
But my mind is being tortured,
Twisted like vines choking my dreams.
But this is not their fault.
No, this is my fault.
I carry this flame.
I set the fire.
But the heart blames them all.
Whispers of betrayal echo in silence.
Their voices still ring—
Though they never said a word.
Faith walks with me,
Yet doubt grips tighter.
How many prayers are enough?
How many tears must I hide?
The task is holy—
But I feel unworthy.
I walk the path,
Yet stumble on my guilt.
In Your name, I rise each day.
But beneath, I fall.
The war is inside me,
And the battlefield is my mind.
I look to the heavens,
But see my own reflection.
I ask for peace,
But hold onto pain.
Still—there is Him.
Still—there is grace.
A light not seen,
But always felt.
Must be strong.
Must carry this through.
Even when shadows speak louder than light.
Even when my faith feels fake.
This is my fault.
Yet I crave forgiveness.
I planted the seed,
But blame the rain.
Why does the heart accuse,
When the soul already knows?
In Your name, I seek meaning.
In Your name, I hold on.
Each verse a confession.
Each breath a battle.
Each step a sacrifice.
Each silence a scream.
But He is patient.
He does not turn away.
He watches, He waits,
For the storm to pass.
And maybe that is love.
Maybe that is grace.
In His blessing, I continue.
In Your name, I will endure.
And somehow—I will finish it all.
