Ashes Into Praise

I was bent beneath the burden,
Carried shame I couldn't name.
Every step felt like a question,
Every breath a kind of pain.
Then your voice came through the darkness,
Called me something I'm not yet.
Said you see beyond the wreckage,
Said you never would forget.
You took what was broken, you took what was dust,
You spoke life where I saw nothing.
You called it enough.
You turned ashes into praise, you turned mourning into song.