Love in Motion: When Mercy Bleeds
My scars remember every valley,
but my soul remembers who carried me through.
You were the steady hand on my shoulder,
the quiet voice in the dark saying, “Live.”
So I praise You with what’s left of me—
these bones, this breath, this stubborn hope.
If all creation sings Your name,
let my little story join their hymn.
You turned grief into testimony,
fear into faith,
ashes into hallelujah.
And for as long as breath fills my chest,
Lord… I will praise You.