Threshold of Light

(Intro)

I didn’t believe the way I thought I did…
until the world got quiet
and the quiet started singing.

(Verse 1)

I fell through a hallway made of midnight blue,
a thread of light pulling my name like a tune.
No clock, no weight, no fear to keep
just a gentle come home in the spaces between.

I thought I’d be judged by the words I’d said,
but the mirror was mercy, a hand on my head.
And every mistake I carried as proof
turned into petals in a widening room.

(Pre-Chorus)

Not a throne more like a warmth with a face,
not a sentence more like arriving in grace.
It didn’t ask me to win an argument…
it asked if I learned how to love.

(Chorus)

If heaven is real, it’s bigger than a name,
a chord that holds every language the same.
Call it God, call it Light, call it Truth in the air
it still feels like Love when you get there.

And the song isn’t sung by a single belief,
it’s sung by the healing beneath all our speech.
If I’m tested at all, let the answer be clear
I became more kind when I was here.

(Verse 2)

I watched my days like ripples in a stream,
felt every bruise that I handed unseen.
Not punishment just perfect empathy,
like learning the cost of a thought set free.

I saw tiny mercies I thought didn’t count,
a door held open, a silence that mouthed
Stay.
And the Light didn’t tally my sacred display
it measured the love that I gave.

(Pre-Chorus)

There were figures like meaning with wings,
and their laughter was harmony, brightening strings.
They didn’t debate me. They drew me in,
like I’d always belonged in the weave of the hymn.

(Chorus)

If heaven is real, it’s bigger than a name,
a chord that holds every language the same.
Call it God, call it Light, call it Truth in the air
it still feels like Love when you get there.

And the song isn’t sung by a single belief,
it’s sung by the healing beneath all our speech.
If I’m tested at all, let the answer be clear:
I became more kind when I was here.

(Bridge)

Then a voice like a sunrise behind my ribs
Not yet. Go back. Let them live.
I begged to stay in that ocean of sound
but Love doesn’t trap you, it turns you around.

So I woke with the echo still under my skin,
trying to build that bright place from within.

(Final Chorus)

If heaven is real, it’s bigger than a name,
a chord that holds every language the same.
Call it God, call it Light, call it Truth in the air
it still feels like Love when you get there.

And the song isn’t sung by a single belief,
it’s sung by the healing beneath all our speech.
If I’m tested at all, let the answer be clear:
I became more kind…
I became more kind…
when I was here.

(Outro)

Love is the language.
Love is the Light.