wrote-n-red - @jgpjr

wrote in red - @jgpjr 2025 ASCAP I’ve walked roads where the hurting never say a word Where the pain sits quiet, hoping somehow it gets heard Where a man’s last dollar buys a meal for his pride And the lonely keep waiting for a knock from the outside But I remember the call, that whisper soft and true “Son, the world needs hands — let Mine work through you” So I lace up my boots, take the long way around ’Cause showing up for folks is holy, solid ground Yeah I came from the bottom where the shadows don’t sleep Where the promises break and the wounds cut deep Where a man learns quick who’s real, who’s gone Who shows up at dusk, who ghosts by dawn But the Lord said “Move,” so I move with purpose Try to lift folks up when the world feels worthless If I got breath in my chest, then I’m stepping in Showing up loud like a marching band’s twin I’ve been the one forgotten, left out in the rain Sat at empty tables with a heart full of pain Watched the sun go down on a life I couldn’t fix Counting all the moments when nobody came to sit But grace pulled me up, said “Don’t let this make you cold” So I carry that warmth like a lantern when I’m old If I see someone sinking where I once sank too I’ll wade right in the water till I pull them through I know the feeling of a door that never opens Of praying for a miracle with nothing but hoping Of waiting on a friend who never comes through Of drowning in the silence till it drowns you too So now I’m on call like a first responder If someone’s hurting, I don’t sit and ponder I pull up fast, heart ready, no excuses ’Cause I know what it’s like when nobody chooses Some folks talk about love like it’s easy as a song But real love’s in the trenches where the nights get long Where the widows need comfort and the hungry need bread Where the lost need a friend more than sermons read I ain’t perfect, Lord knows, but I try to be A little light in the dark where the hurting can see And if the road gets rough, well I’ve walked rougher miles Still I’ll show up loud, bells ringing, wearing smiles I ain’t here for the spotlight, fame don’t feed souls I’m here for the broken, the bruised, the lost roles For the widow at the table with an untouched plate For the kid in the system thinking love came late For the man on the edge with a past he hates For the woman praying hard for a clean slate If I get the chance to show up, I’m showing out Bells, whistles, feet stomping — that’s what I’m about