Lyrics

[intro]

Father I’m sorry,
I know it's been a longtime
Should said this sooner
Lo siento
Lo lamento
Perdón

[verse 1]

it’s been 20 years since
I heard what your word,

I was Trapped in a cold room,
whispering prayers I never deserved.

Still got that Bible spine torn,
pages yellow with smoke,

Ink bled through my sins,
I remember what You wrote.



I was baptized twice,
maybe three for good measure,

But washed hands still dirty
when the world was my treasure.

Told myself I’d change,
but the mirror ain’t blind,

It showed a man with
a cross and a crooked mind.



You watched me dance with Death,
I know You sighed in grief,

Every miracle I wasted,
every moment of disbelief.

But You ain’t turned away,
You stayed where I hid,

Behind the bottles, the bullets,
and the things that I did.



[verse 2]

I learned that faith ain’t
choirs and a Sunday suit,

It’s in the silence of regret
where I buried the truth.

I cursed Your name in anger,
but You ain’t strike me down,

You let me live long enough
to feel the weight of that sound.



I carried hate like heaven’s
closed its gate,

But it was me who locked it 

Used to pray for blessings,
but forgot to be still,

Cause grace don’t chase
it whispers and chills.



Now I’m older, less bold,
but more awake,

Learned the difference between
surviving and what it takes.

and my pain got purpose
scars became my seeds,

And sometimes
You feed the soul
with the things it bleeds.



[verse 3]

faith ain’t a feast,
maybe all I need’s crumbs,

The smallest taste of mercy
just to numb what I’ve become.

You fed a crowd with less
five loaves, two fish

So I know a broken man
still counts on Your list.


I don’t ask for gold,
I just ask for time,

To mend what I’ve ruined,
to free my mind.

If love is the price,
then I’ll pay in tears,

I just hope You hear me
through these cracked veneers.



They say You answer
in ways we can’t see,

So maybe You spoke
when You let me breathe.

And I never make it back
to whole again,

let these crumbs be enough
to call me friend, amen



[outro]

I know You listen in silence,
and I feel it in the rain,

Every drop that hits my skin,
washing away my pain.

I’m not who I was,
but I’m still Your son

Still eating off the table
where the crumbs come from.