Living Testimony

Intro

I didn’t just lose things…

I lost me.

Between the prayers I whispered

and the silence that followed,

I stopped dreaming.

But grace…

Grace found me.

Verse

I walked through hospital halls,

where hope felt thin and time stood tall.

I held hands with goodbye,

though I begged God not to let it be mine.

I stopped believing joy could return,

my heart too heavy, too burned.

I was angry, tired, undone—

asking questions I thought would make You run.

Pre-chorus

But You stayed…

You didn’t flinch, didn’t fade.

You sat with me in the ashes,

called my pain holy,

and whispered softly…

Chorus

“I will restore the years the locusts ate…”

You saw beauty beneath my weight.

You gave me oil for mourning,

praise for heaviness,

and loved me back to life.

Now I rise,

I testify—

I’m the living proof of divine light.

Living testimony… grace alive in me.

Verse

I didn’t think there was anything left,

just echoes of grief and breath.

But You saw the seed in sorrow,

the bloom in my tomorrow.

You saw me when I couldn’t see myself,

held me when I had nothing else.

You didn’t just heal me—

You rebuilt me.

Bridge

I carry the ache, but it don’t own me.

I carry the memory, but it don’t define me.

I’m not the girl who was left behind…

I’m the woman You carried through the fire.

I’m not the broken story…

I’m the living testimony.

Chorus

You gave me oil for mourning,

a garment of praise for my heaviness.

You didn’t just heal me—

You loved me back to life.

I rise, I testify—

I’m the living proof of divine light.

Living testimony… grace alive in me.

Verse

Yo, I saw her fall but never fold,

Pain in her eyes, but her spirit bold.

She cried out in the midnight hour,

God showed up with holy power.

She ain’t just surviving—she’s thriving,

Truth in her steps, no more hiding.

From ashes to glory, she walks in light,

Grace got her soul upright.

She the echo of prayers that never died,

She the storm that heaven rides.

Chorus

You gave me oil for mourning,

a garment of praise for my heaviness.

You didn’t just heal me—

You loved me back to life.

I rise, I testify—

I’m the living proof of divine light.

Living testimony… grace alive in me.

Living testimony… grace alive in me.

Living testimony… grace alive in me.

Outro

I am not the broken story.

I am the living testimony

of a God who restores…

everything.