Psalms from the Floor.

I remember that night on the bathroom floor,

Cold tile counting every tear.

Begging heaven to close the door,

Asking silence to disappear.

I wrote goodbye in the mirror steam,

Signed my name in shaky ink.

I said, “If You’re real, You don’t see me,”

And poured my prayers down the sink.

I built a courtroom in my mind,

Put You on trial for all my pain.

Swore You were deaf, swore You were blind,

And called Your mercy a masquerade.

But You were there in the broken air,

Breathing hope into my lungs.

Holding my hand when I couldn’t stand,

Translating all my tongues.

What I called graves were garden rows,

What I called ends were starts.

You turned my scars to radio songs,

And I sang them over my heart.

I wore my hurt like a winter coat,

Heavy pockets full of blame.

Learned to float just to stay afloat

In a flood that knew my name.

Abuse wrote letters on my skin,

Fear slept under my bed.

I thought faith was a childhood friend

That I buried with the dead.

I said belief was a paper crown,

A fairytale for the weak.

But relationship came and tracked me down,

And taught my knees to speak.

You were there in the shattered years,

Counting every blow.

Turning my whispers into spears,

Teaching my soul to grow.

What I called loss was training ground,

What I called chains were keys.

You turned my pain into proof I survived

And gave the fight back to me.

Now I know the storm had a secret code,

Every bruise was a breadcrumb road.

Every “no” was a hidden “wait,”

Every closed door rerouted fate.

The devil wrote me a lullaby,

But You rewrote the melody.

I thought I was just trying to survive,

but You were resurrecting me.

So here I stand with battle scars,

Like constellations on my skin.

Proof I wrestled in the dark

And learned how warriors win.

The floor that held my dying prayers

Is an altar I won’t forget.

‘Cause mercy met me right down there

And paid my every debt.

You were there when I cursed Your name,

When I said You weren’t true.

Patient through all my rage and shame,

Making something new.

What I called death was a narrow door,

What I called lost was found.

You picked me up from the bathroom floor

And turned my life around.

Now my strength is a living thing,

Born from what I’ve been through.

My testimony learns to sing

I didn’t just find You,

You found me too.