In the hush between heartbeats, I heard You breathe,
a tide of mercy pulling me homeward through the dark.
Your whisper stitches the torn night with gold,
every scar a hidden road back to the fire of Your gaze.
I was orphan dust; You named me beloved son,
lifted me high enough to see eternity’s dawn.
Now mercy drums inside my ribs—
Father, let it echo, let it echo, until every lost road remembers the way to Love.