Fading lights and freeway signs I scroll through every station But all I find are endless feeds And pixelated salvation Thumbs are bleeding through the noise But no one’s really listening Just dopamine and detachment In a world that’s glitching, flickering Then something soft breaks through the sound Not loud—but sure, and all around There is grace in the static A whisper in the wire When every hope went silent You lit a holy fire Not thunder, not a sermon But a love I can’t ignore There is grace in the static— And I’m not searching anymore Notifications blur my soul Each swipe, another fracture I'm chasing hearts that disappear While losing what I'm after The screen becomes a window But not to something true Just filters on a hollow face Until Your voice breaks through You didn’t wait for silence You came into the spin You tuned my heart to mercy And pulled the signal in There is grace in the static A whisper in the wire When every hope went silent You lit a holy fire Not thunder, not a sermon But a love I can’t ignore There is grace in the static— And I’m not searching anymore Even in the chaos, even in the scroll You’re the stillness reaching into my soul Not a trending post, not a viral sign Just a quiet truth that rewired my mind There is grace in the static Soft, but undefeated Even when I tuned You out You never were deleted Now every hum, each fractured tone Carries the sound of coming home There is grace in the static— And I can hear You now