Still Your Son

God, I know You’re up there, but I’m down on the floor,

Screamin’ through the silence, slamming every door.

I ain’t lost my faith, but I lost my way,

And I’ve said some things I still regret today.

If You’re still listenin', if there’s still love—

Then damn it, Father… ain’t I still Your son?

I walked in Your house with a bottle in hand,

Cursed at the cross, said I’d take a stand.

Told You Your mercy felt more like a curse,

Told You I'd write my own fate, for better or worse.

I broke down Your stone with the weight of my pain,

But I never stopped callin’ out Your name.

They told me You love me, but where has it been?

I was drowning in fire, tryin’ hard not to sin.

I ain’t perfect, Lord, but I’ve bled and I’ve tried,

And I swear I was prayin’ when everyone died.

Now I walk with the guilt, with the rage and the fear,

But I still whisper to You, hopin’ You’re near.

God, I know You’re up there, but I’m down on the floor,

Screamin’ through the silence, slamming every door.

I ain’t lost my faith, but I lost my way,

And I’ve said some things I still regret today.

If You’re still listenin', if there’s still love—

Then damn it, Father… ain’t I still Your son?

I don’t want riches, I don’t want fame,

I just want peace without drowning in shame.

I want to wake up without fightin’ to breathe,

Want to believe You ain’t just watchin’ me bleed.

So if Your grace is real, if redemption’s done—

Then show me a sign… ‘cause I’m still Your son.

Yeah, I screamed in Your face and I challenged Your will,

But I never stopped hurtin’, never sat still.

I’m still here, Lord, and I ain’t run—

I’m just waitin’ for proof I ain’t too far gone.

God, I know You’re up there, but I’m down on the floor,

Screamin’ through the silence, slamming every door.

I ain’t lost my faith, but I lost my way,

And I’ve said some things I still regret today.

If You’re still listenin', if there’s still love—

Then damn it, Father… ain’t I still Your son?

So here’s my heart, broken and bent,

Still beatin' with every ounce of repent.

If You’re still out there, don’t let me come undone—

I’m tired of the fight… but I’m still Your son.