Forgive me for Praying Wrong

I asked You for the open doors For steady hands and quiet wars I begged You take the thorns away And make the nights feel more like day I prayed for light but not the flame For peace without the holy name I wanted healing, not the fight I wanted answers dressed in whiteForgive me for praying wrong For thinking comfort made me strong For every wish I wrapped in grace Just to avoid a harder place You offered truth, but I begged ease You offered You — I asked for peace And now I see what took so long Forgive me... For praying wrong I built my faith on quiet seas Not on Your blood-stained mysteries I sang of joy, ignored the cost Of love that saves through being lost You never promised I’d be spared Just that I’d never walk impaired But I kept folding trembling hands To chase a god who meets demands Forgive me for praying wrong For chasing safe instead of strong For every time I closed my eyes When You were showing me the why You gave me thorns that made me bleed But every cut revealed my need And now I know where I belong So forgive me... For praying wrong You are not my wish machine You're the fire inside the dream Not the silence in the storm But the arms that keep me warm When nothing makes a bit of sense You are the truth — not the defense Forgive me for praying small For wanting nothing real at all You tore down every lie I kept And met me where my pride had wept You held me through the pain I feared And stayed when no one else came near Now every cry is more than song It’s love that grows... From praying wrong