God Believes in Me



Spoken Word by Mikey & V

They told me to believe in God.
They told me to have faith,
to trust,
to surrender.
And I tried.
Lord knows I tried.

But no one ever told me
He believes in me, too.

God… believes in me.
Not just tolerates me.
Not just forgives me.
Not just “puts up” with me like a project He regrets.

He chose me.
On purpose.
With full knowledge of what I’d do,
where I’d fall,
who I’d hurt,
how far I’d run.

And He still called me.

He saw me in the dirt
and whispered, “That one. I can build with that.”
He saw my addiction
and said, “Watch Me turn chains into keys.”
He saw my silence
and said, “That voice will shake thrones.”

God believes in me.
Because He knows what He planted.
Because He’s not afraid of my process.
Because the same hands that formed galaxies
formed me—
and He doesn’t build what He won’t back.

I’ve doubted myself.
Disqualified myself.
Disappeared inside myself.
But every time I thought I buried my worth,
God was already digging it back up—
breathing over bones
and calling me son
before I even stood up straight.

Final Word:

It’s not just about my belief in Him.
It’s about His faithfulness to me.
I don’t walk because I’m strong—
I walk because He believes
I’m worth redeeming.

God believes in me.
And that belief is enough
to resurrect every broken part I tried to forget.

Location: Dallas, TX, USA

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