When The Road Breaks Open

 When the Road Breaks Open

You pack your bag with a shaking hand

A congress calling, a promise you planned

The heart says go, the mind says wait

Bills on the table, time running late

You swear this time you’ll make it through

You told the friends, you said you’d be true

But the road don’t care what vows you said

It throws you steel that leaves you dead

A car on the lift, the clock runs fast

“No parts till Monday,” they say at last

Two hundred dollars, that’s all you’ve got

And the retreat’s fading right on the spot

Now comes the moment no one sees

Not faith in words, but bent-knee pleas

You sit alone, your chest caved in

Not asking to win — just not to give in

Your heart don’t pray with fancy lines

It cracks and leaks between the whys

“I promised them… I wanted You…

I don’t know how, but help me through”

No deals, no strength, no clever play

Just truth that burns the self away

And right there where the hope feels dead

Something moves you never led

Three minutes pass — no more than that

The shop door opens, a turn of fact

The owner walks like it’s no big thing

Says, “Found the part… won’t charge a thing”

No labor bill, no reason why

Just mercy dropped from the open sky

An hour later you’re tearing in

Like a soul reborn, scraped thin

You don’t arrive clean, proud, or whole

You come in fire, you come in soul

Not because you were strong or smart

But because you asked with a broken heart

This is the road to every congress gate

Not perfect plans, but crushed-down weight

Obstacles stacked till you finally see

You don’t come by will — you come by plea

The trick ain’t courage, grit, or might

It’s turning to Him in the darkest night

When nothing works and you can’t pretend

That’s when the help is sent

So if the road starts falling apart

If life leans hard and splits your heart

Don’t curse the blocks, don’t turn away

That’s the door — that’s when you pray

Because the Creator waits right there

Where the heart breaks clean of self-care

And every congress begins that way

With nothing left — and a cry that stays