Maybe that’s worship too…

Some days I want to run away,
to find a road that’s far from grace,
to quiet every prayer I pray,
and hide my heart from Your embrace.

Not because I do not believe,
or doubt the goodness of Your name,
but faith feels harder when I grieve,
and nothing ever feels the same.

I know the story, know it well,
of Jonah sailing from Your call,
yet every ship that leads from You
still feels like no escape at all.

So here I stand with weary feet,
my soul worn thin, my hope stretched tight.
I’m searching for a place to rest,
yet somehow You remain my light.

I’ve lost the fire I used to know,
the certainty I held before,
but even in these barren fields,
I find myself still at Your door.

Not with a song that’s strong and loud,
not with a faith that never bends,
but with a heart that keeps returning,
again, and again, and again.

Because where else would I belong?
What other love could see me through?
Even when I want to run,
I’m always running back to You.

So if all I have is staying,
when my strength is almost through,
if all I bring is broken trust

maybe that’s worship too.