The Narrow Road (Arrangement II)

Father, I never thought my life would bend this way. I laughed, I loved, I learned to hide the ache. My face held steady in every crowded place, While my heart lived miles from the smile upon my face. Does pain prove I’m breathing underneath these ruins, Or chain me to the shadows of what I have been through? If this pulse beneath the wreckage means You’re not through, Teach me how to live again—not just make it through. Don’t let survival be the highest thing I claim. Put a holy fire inside this tired frame. Lead me on the narrow road When the wide road calls my name. When my prayer is barely breathing, Breathe Your life into this frame. Lord, what do I do when no one wants to hear? When I speak what I believe and mercy disappears? Keep me from turning love into a hard demand, Or forcing open hearts I should leave inside Your hands. Make my life a witness when my words cannot get through. Let my patience bear the weight my anger never could. When my voice falls to the floor, unanswered at the door, Keep resentment from becoming one more hidden war. I will speak with grace, then leave the end with You. Not my pressure, not my pride—Father, let Your will come through. When the noise becomes a storm And every prayer feels thin, Hold me where I am, Lord; Do not let the darkness win. Let Your whisper split the silence. Let Your mercy call my name. When I cannot feel the fire, Keep me faithful to the flame. Jesus, keep me in Your light Through every mile I cannot see. Your grace is far more abundant— Far more than my fear in me. WHEN I FIGHT YOU— Break my grip. When I force it— Make me still. Sin is crouching at the doorway, Calling anger strength of will. You keep knocking; I surrender. Guard the door and enter in. Do not let me build a shelter From the lies that feel like truth. Bring each hidden thing to Jesus; Let Your mercy make it new. Start the reckoning within me; Turn my judgment toward the light. When the weaker loves call louder, Bind me to the narrow way. I cannot see where this road leads, But I know enough to pray: Give me breath when mine is failing. Give me faith when I cannot see. Your grace is far more abundant, And Your heart is still in me. When the noise becomes a storm And every prayer feels thin, Hold me where I am, Lord; Do not let the darkness win. Let Your whisper split the silence. Let Your mercy call my name. When I cannot feel the fire, Keep me faithful to the flame. Jesus, keep me on Your road Through every mile I cannot see. Your grace is far more abundant— Far more than my fear in me. I do not need to know the miles. Father, show me where to place my feet. Your grace is far more abundant. Your breath is enough for me.