Sacred Unfolding

Verse 1

And always, it returns to its source—

To you, to the Divine, to the holy force

Where love was first born in the breath of the One,

Where every journey ends where it’s begun.

A place made of silence, of mercy, of light,

Where the soul finds its way through the darkest night.

Pre‑Chorus

I feel the pull, I feel the call,

A love that rises when I fall.

A thread of grace through everything—

A whisper of the Eternal King.

Chorus

So yes, I complain, but still I bow.

I resist the truth, but I receive it now.

I struggle through shadows, but I surrender whole—

And in that surrender, I remember my soul.

This journey is not punishment, not something to lift—

It is blessing, it is mercy, it is the Divine’s own gift.

Oh, this life is a blessing, a sacred unfolding—

A love story written by hands all‑knowing.

Verse 2

There are days when the weight feels too heavy to bear,

When the silence is loud and the heavens feel bare.

But even then, in the ache, in the breaking apart,

I feel the Divine breathing light through my heart.

Every tear is a teaching, every wound is a door,

Every ending a path to something more.

Pre‑Chorus

I feel the pull, I feel the call,

A love that rises when I fall.

A thread of grace through everything—

A whisper of the Eternal King.

Chorus

So yes, I complain, but still I bow.

I resist the truth, but I receive it now.

I struggle through shadows, but I surrender whole—

And in that surrender, I remember my soul.

This journey is not punishment, not something to lift—

It is blessing, it is mercy, it is the Divine’s own gift.

Oh, this life is a blessing, a sacred unfolding—

A love story written by hands all‑knowing.

Bridge

Every breath is a prayer, every step is a vow,

Every moment of breaking is healing somehow.

For the Divine does not wound without pouring in light—

The dawn is already hidden inside the night.

And love always returns to the place it began,

Held in the heart of the Infinite Plan.

Final Chorus

So yes, I complain, but still I bow.

I resist the truth, but I receive it now.

I struggle through shadows, but I surrender whole—

And in that surrender, I remember my soul.

This journey is not punishment, not something to lift—

It is blessing, it is mercy, it is the Divine’s own gift.

Oh, this life is a blessing, a sacred unfolding—

A love story written by hands all‑knowing.

Outro

And always, always, love returns to its source—

To you, to the Divine, to the eternal force.

Where the soul finds its home, where the heart is made whole—

Where the journey ends in the arms of the Soul.