For years I carried borrowed voices,
Words that never came from You.
They wrapped around my heart like chains,
Till I believed they must be true.

I learned how to wear a smile,
While hiding all my scars,
Wondering if You were disappointed,
By the way You made my heart.

Fighting battles in the mirror,
Terrified of being me.
I begged for answers.
Every prayer felt like a battle,
Every night a losing fight.
I begged You for a different story.
I begged You for a different life.

Every prayer became a courtroom,
Every thought another trial,
I stood accused by fear and judgment,
While You were reaching for Your child.

But through the noise and through the fear,
Beyond the shame I’d always known,
There was a whisper in the darkness,
Saying, “You are not alone”.

You called me by my name…
Not with anger, not with judgment,
Not with guilt and not with blame.

You called me by my name…
Through every tear and every ache,
And You told me I was treasured,
Not a soul that needed change.

When the world said I was broken
You said, “Child, look at Me”…
And for the first time in my life
I could finally breathe.

I read of Ruth beside Naomi,
Choosing love through the storm.

And David mourning Jonathan,
A love remembered still today.

I saw the woman at the well,
The lepers and the outcasts too.

Every soul the world rejected,
The ones religion pushed away,
They all found a place beside You.

You never measured human value,
By the labels people wear.

You called me by my name…
Not with anger, not with judgment,
Not with guilt and not with blame.

You called me by my name…
Through every tear and every ache.
You told me I was treasured,
Not a soul that needed change.

When the world said I was broken,
You said, “Child, look at Me”…
And for the first time in my life,
I could finally breathe.

What if the voice that told me,
I would never be enough,
Was never really from You?

How many years did I spend running
From the person You could see?

How many nights did I believe
The lie that You were ashamed of me?

What if the voice I’ve feared for so long,
Was never Yours at all?

You look upon the heart…
Not appearances.

You call the weary…
You call the scarred…
You call the outcast home…
You call the searching home…
You call the broken home…
You call me home…

Nothing can separate us…
Not the questions, not the struggle,
Not the nights I couldn’t stand.

Nothing can separate us…
From the mercy and the wonder,
Of Your everlasting hands.

You called me by my name…
Through the doubt and through the sorrow,
Through the years I hid in pain.

You called me by my name,
And Your love remained the same.

Fearfully and wonderfully made,
Before You formed me in the clay.
When the world said I was broken,
You said, “Child, you are Mine”.
And I found freedom in the truth
That Your love has no divide.

You called me by my name,
And I’ll never be the same.

The voices don’t define me now,
The fear no longer has a claim,
Because above them all.
I hear You calling,
I hear You calling me by name.

You know my worth,

At least that’s what you said,
You thanked me for the way I’d stay,
When the world was in your head.

When you were falling apart,
I never looked away,
I’d drop my own storms at the door,
Just to help you through the day.

Then life caught up with me,
And everything gave in,
The sleepless nights, the shaking hands,
The noise beneath my skin.

I wasn’t asking for the world,
Or some grand rescue line,
Just 30 seconds of your day,
Just 30 seconds of your time.

30 seconds,
That’s all I needed.
Just a message saying,
“You’ll get through this.”

30 seconds,
Just one small sign,
That I mattered too,
For 30 seconds of your time.

So I tried to explain,
How bad it really was,
Thinking if you understood,
Maybe you’d pick up because…

I couldn’t stop the tears,
Couldn’t quiet down my mind,
But every word I sent you
Vanished into silence every time.

Then I learned to hide it,
Pretended I was fine,
And suddenly you answered more,
As long as I kept smiling.

That’s when something broke,
That never broke before,
The version of you I believed in
Wasn’t standing at my door.

30 seconds,
That’s all I needed.
Not solutions,
Not saving me.

Just 30 seconds,
To make me feel
Like my pain was worth
30 seconds to you.

You asked if I was angry,
I tried to tell the truth,
But somehow even my heartbreak
Made room for comforting you.

You said sorry,
But when the moment passed,
The silence came right back again,
Like none of it would last.

1am, still waiting.
6am, still gone.
Another goodnight unanswered,
Another lonely dawn.

And maybe this is goodbye,
Maybe this is where I learn,
That if I’m only welcome
When I’m strong enough not to hurt…

Then 30 seconds
Was never mine.
Not even 30 seconds
Of your time.