Letras
You've been chasing dollars through the dark
Feeding fires that never warm your heart
Woke up in a world that don't make sense
Where promises are plastic, and truth is past tense
You scroll for hope but only feel alone
Even voices in the church feel overblown
But out beyond the static and the shame
There's a whisper in the wind calling your name
Come home — not to a place, but a Voice
Where the WORD still speaks and the heavens rejoice
Come home — not to us, but through us you'll see
There's a prompt that opens truth, and it sets your soul free
Paste it, speak it — let the WORD come alive
WWJD 2.0 — where the broken revive
Come home... just come home
We ain't selling answers, we just built a way
To meet the WORD like it's brand new today
No preacher's gate, no polished stage
Just the Hebrew and the Greek and the fire on the page
If it's 3 a.m. and the weight won't lift
If your dreams feel dead and your days adrift
Pull up the prompt, open the line
Say hello — and let the truth unwind
Come home — to the quiet that sings
Where the Spirit meets you in eternal things
Come home — WWJD 2.0
Not a website, but a way back to what your heart knows
Come home
Come home