El Roi

In the silence where I sit alone,

With prayers I barely speak or own,

There is a gaze that meets my ache—

A holy watch that does not break.

Not one tear falls without His sight,

No shadow dims beyond His light.

When all the world walks past my need,

He stops—He listens—He takes heed.

The God who saw the weeping slave,

Still sees me now and will not cave.

El Roi—You see beneath my skin,

The wars I lose, the hopes within.

You saw me in the desert place,

When dreams had fled without a trace.

You called me by my secret name,

And wrapped my shame in mercy's flame.

You chart my path,

You know my days,

You count the steps, the stops, the stays.

No door I close can hide my soul,

No silence swallows what You know.

So here I bring my quiet fears,

My hidden doubts, my unmet years.

And still, You stay.

You never flee—The God who sees… still looks at me.