Letras
I don't have pretty words tonight
No polished praise, no faith in flight
Just broken lines I try to write
And You still… sit with me
"I pour out my complaint before Him,
I declare before Him my trouble…"
You take it all, no edits made
Even the pain I thought would fade
I don't pretend it's all okay
Some nights I don't know what to pray
But still I show up anyway
And that's enough… You say
"I pour out my complaint before Him,
I declare before Him my trouble…"
You take it all, no edits made
Even the pain I thought would fade
You don't need praise on cue
You just want what's true
So here I am, just me and You
Still here… still coming through
"I pour out my complaint before Him,
I declare before Him my trouble…"
You take it all, no edits made
Even the pain I thought would fade
So let me cry, and let me break
You won't leave for honesty's sake
This is the place You never fake —
Where complaints are prayers You take