Silent Whispers

A prayer, when no one else is listening.

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God—
There’s more inside than I let show,
and still, You see. You always know.
I’ve buried dreams, I’ve held my ground,
but silence is the loudest sound.

A voice You gave—I’ve barely used,
too many days I’ve just refused.
Not out of shame, not out of fear—
but wondering if You’d still be near.

Control feels safer in my hands,
but nothing grows in shifting sands.
I’ve gripped too tight, I’ve planned too much,
yet ache for more than I can touch.

My heart is soft, but scarred and worn.
Not fragile—just a little torn.
I’ve run from love, from being seen—
from what could heal what might have been.

But maybe, Lord, You’re not afraid
of broken things that never prayed.
Maybe this voice, kept locked away,
was never meant for me to say—

until right now.
Until this breath.
Until I lay down all that’s left.

So if I speak—please let it be
from everything You’ve formed in me.
Not perfect words, not polished lines—
just something real
that still aligns
with who You made me—
soft but true.

I only speak
because of You.

Amen.

—Angela

The voice beneath —Daughter, Unwritten ♡