Goldleaf Gratitude

(Batiste hums softly under the chords.)

Morning light on the levee.

The kind that don’t blind — it heal.

I used to pray for more.

Now I pray for enough.

(Brass sigh fades in like a sunrise.)

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Thank God for the bruise before the bless,

For the chaos that taught me rest.

For every “no” that led me near,

And every silence that brought me here.

I seen angels in unpaid bills,

Mercy cookin’ in windowsills.

Even loss look holy in hindsight rain,

Goldleaf gratitude cover my pain.

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Goldleaf gratitude, shine through scars,

Turn cracked glass into stars.

We still rise, slow and true,

Painted in gold, me and you.

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I used to curse what I couldn’t fix,

Now I bless it — that’s the remix.

Every storm a melody line,

Every hurt just sharpened my rhyme.

Jon on the keys like he talkin’ to grace,

Trumpet hum tears from a holy place.

We don’t earn the light, it choose,

To find its way through broken hues.

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La vie n’est pas parfaite, mais elle brille,

(Life ain’t perfect, but it shines.)

La lumière aime les fissures,

(The light loves the cracks.)

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(Wayne ad-libs softly: “Yeah… that’s where He get in, huh.”)

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Goldleaf gratitude, fold my fears,

Turn my doubt into souvenir.

I don’t need wings, just proof I flew,

Even if I fell — I grew.

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I been low, I been lost, I been lucky.

But even the bad days got rhythm.

Ain’t no wasted time when your soul stay tuned.

Every second’s a lyric God ain’t done with yet.

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I’m still singin’ with the same old crew,

Saints, strangers, me, and you.

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Goldleaf gratitude, shine right through,

Even the dark got golden hue.

Heaven ain’t far, it’s in our view,

Every breath a “thank you.”

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(Choir repeats softly: “Every breath a thank you…”)

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Gratitude ain’t quiet — it hums.

Listen close.

That’s the sound of still bein’ here.

(Piano drifts into light; trumpet holds one tender note like a halo.)