My Eyewitness

 Who saw me weep in the dark when no one else noticed?

Who counted the tears when I could not count the reasons?
Who stood with me when the crowd had scattered,
when my name was forgotten but my pain remembered?

You did.

You were my eyewitness.
Not in public spectacle, but in private sanctuary.
Not in applause, but in anguish.
Not in the noise of revival, but in the stillness of my breakdown.
And though it was private, Lord—it was never a secret.

You recorded every sigh.
You heard every word I never said.
You walked me through fire and sat with me in silence.
You watched me rise again when even I believed I was done.

You are the Witness of my wilderness.
The Keeper of my nights.
The Listener of prayers I whispered through clenched teeth.
The only One who saw me bleed,
and still called me blessed.

So when the enemy says I have no story—
I look to You, my Witness.
When the past says I should still be broken—
I lean into Your voice, the One that called me whole.
When fear tries to erase the journey—
I remember: You saw. You stayed. You saved.

Lord, You are the silent Proof of my survival.
The holy evidence of my deliverance.
The Living God who walked with me
through every valley no one else knew I entered.

And now, I will not be silent.
What was private, I will praise You for publicly.
What was hidden in pain, I will declare in worship.

Because You were there—
my Witness, my Refuge, my God.

In Jesus Almight name , Amen.