Roads to Glory

All these miles behind me. Dust on my shame-worn shoes. Promises I couldn't carry. People I still lose. I've knelt beside the wreckage Of every plan I drew. Thought I was walking forward, I was circling back to You. You turn broken roads to glory, Every dead end in my story. All the times I lost my way, You were Writing grace between the lines. You turn bitter into blessing, Every wound into a weapon for the light. You turn broken roads to glory, Till my scars shine bright. I remember quiet waiting, Nights that never seemed to end. Prayers that felt like whispers thrown Against the wind. But somewhere in the silence, You were stitching me anew. Taking all my twisted questions, Making room for truth. You turn broken roads to glory, Every dead end in my story. All the times I lost my way, You were Writing grace between the lines. You turn bitter into blessing, Every wound into a weapon for the light. You turn broken roads to glory, Till my scars shine bright. I thought the detours meant I failed You. Thought I failed. But they led me to Your heart. To Your heart. Every fall became an altar, every tear a Sacred start. Now I see the hidden mercy in the path I couldn't choose. What I called my greatest failure was the way You carried me through. You turn broken roads to glory, Every dead end in my story. All the times I lost my way, You were Writing grace between the lines. You turn bitter into blessing, Every wound into a weapon for the light. You turn broken roads to glory, Till my scars shine bright. So I walk into tomorrow, unafraid of Where it goes. If Your love can use my failures, You can use these broken roads.