Make a Little Space

Verse 1

You don’t have to chase it down the road,

Don’t have to beg a heart to stay.

Love isn’t something you can bargain for,

It doesn’t bloom because you prayed the right way.

It comes like morning through an open window,

Quiet as a breath you didn’t know you took.

It settles in the places you forgot were empty,

And suddenly the whole world feels understood.

Chorus

’Cause a heart isn’t something you win like a prize,

It chooses its home without reason or rhyme.

It walks through your door when the timing is right,

No battle, no bargain, no mountain to climb.

The work isn’t winning—

It’s keeping the room open wide.

Love comes on its own…

But you’ve gotta make space for a heart to reside.

Verse 2

Some folks think they’ve gotta earn affection,

Polish every corner of their soul.

But love don’t need perfection, just a landing place,

A quiet little harbor where it knows it can unfold.

So clear out all the clutter made of fear and old stories,

Sweep the doubts that whisper you’re too much or not enough.

Leave a lamp burning in the window of your spirit,

So when love wanders in, it knows where to touch.

Chorus

’Cause a heart isn’t something you win like a prize,

It chooses its home without reason or rhyme.

It walks through your door when the timing is right,

No battle, no bargain, no mountain to climb.

The work isn’t winning—

It’s keeping the room open wide.

Love comes on its own…

But you’ve gotta make space for a heart to reside.

Bridge

Let it come to you like water finding riverbeds,

Like a bird that knows exactly where to land.

Don’t force the moment, don’t demand the miracle—

Just open up your palms and let it rest inside your hands.

Love is wild, but it’s faithful when it chooses you,

And all it asks is room enough to breathe.

So tend the quiet garden of your spirit,

And watch how every tender thing takes seed.

Final Chorus

’Cause a heart isn’t something you win like a prize,

It chooses its home without reason or rhyme.

It walks through your door when the timing is right,

No battle, no bargain, no mountain to climb.

The work isn’t winning—

It’s keeping the room open wide.

Love comes on its own…

But you’ve gotta make space for a heart to reside.

Outro

So make a little space,

Make a little room inside.

Love will find its way—

Just give it somewhere soft to lie.