BENIGN (SEPTEMBER PRAYER)

(Batiste plays slow, grateful chords.)

September…

the month my soul finally exhaled.

After all the fear,

after all the nights awake—

God whispered:

“He’s okay.”

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I sat in that waiting room prayin’ in pieces,

Mind runnin’ wild while the tension increases.

Doctors walk in with that unread face,

And I braced myself for another hard grace.

Thought about July, thought about loss,

Thought about every valley I had to cross.

My son in the back with tubes and light,

Small little body in a big man’s fight.

My chest felt tight like the world pressed down,

Heartbeat thumpin’ like a funeral sound.

I said, “God, You took her…

please don’t take him too.”

And heaven replied,

“Son, I’m not through.”

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Benign… thank God, benign,

A whisper of mercy across the line.

September prayer, heart resigned,

Then lifted up by grace divine.

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When they said the word, my knees near gave,

Felt like resurrection from an early grave.

Tears hit quick like a fallin’ rain,

But this time joy sat inside the pain.

Held his hand while he woke from sleep,

Soft little breaths, angel-deep.

I kissed his forehead, thanked the King,

Felt love rush in like a gentle spring.

I said, “Son, you’re a fighter, don’t ever forget,”

God wrote your story before we met.

Your mama watchin’ from a holy throne—

You ain’t never gonna fight alone.

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Lord, I thank You for this breath,

For this child spared from death.

For the peace in sorrow’s wake,

For the miracle You make.

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(Wayne murmurs: “Yeah… mercy in the middle of madness.”)

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Benign… thank God, benign,

This prayer became a lifeline.

September grace, redesigned—

My broken heart by You refined.

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I didn’t shout.

I didn’t dance.

I just dropped my head

and whispered,

“Thank You…

thank You…

thank You.”

Sometimes relief hurts

before it heals.

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My faith ain’t fancy,

My hope ain’t loud,

But God heard me

even lost in the crowd.

Now I walk with gratitude stitched in my bones,

A father rebuilt, no longer alone.

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Benign… thank God, benign,

My soul restored, my heart aligned.

September prayer, forever mine—

A miracle sealed in holy time.

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September taught me…

God still moves,

even when the storm won’t.

My son lived.

My hope lived.

And so did I.