[Verse 1]
There's a fire in the way you walk through a room,
A lion's quiet pride beneath the afternoon,
You speak like truth was something you were born to carry,
Your honesty a gift that most would find too heavy,
They see the confidence, they miss the cost,
All those nights you held the light and felt so lost

[PreChorus]
But every storm you've weathered left you wiser than before,
And the depth they never noticed is the treasure at your core

[Chorus]
Rhonda, you were written in the oldest kind of fire,
Every scar a stepping stone, every stumble taking you higher,
The heavens knew your name before you drew your first breath,
You are held, you are chosen, you are blessed

[Verse 2]
You love like something ancient lives beneath your skin,
Like you'd dive into the ocean just to pull someone in,
You've learned to lock your tenderness behind a careful door,
Afraid that what you gave away might leave you needing more,
But that depth you guard so closely is the rarest kind of grace,
A healing runs through everything you do and say

[PreChorus]
The walls you built were wisdom once, now let them become gates,
You don't have to earn the love that heaven freely makes

[Chorus]
Rhonda, you were written in the oldest kind of fire,
Every scar a stepping stone, every stumble taking you higher,
The heavens knew your name before you drew your first breath,
You are held, you are chosen, you are blessed

[Verse 3]
Your mind moves like a river that refuses to go still,
Chasing every horizon, every question, every hill,
You've wrestled between freedom and the weight of what is right,
Between the dream you carry and the practical daylight,
But that restless, searching spirit is the very thing that leads,
The world was made for someone brave enough to need

[PreChorus]
The cosmos did not make you to be small or to conform,
You were shaped to be the calm eye steady at the storm

[Chorus]
Rhonda, you were written in the oldest kind of fire,
Every scar a stepping stone, every stumble taking you higher,
The heavens knew your name before you drew your first breath,
You are held, you are chosen, you are blessed

[Bridge]
Healing is already moving like a river to your door,
You are not who the hard years said you were anymore,
Every wound becomes a wellspring, every night becomes a dawn,
Grace has always been the ground you're standing on

[Outro]
Let your stars speak, let your story be told,
Rhonda, you were always worth more than you know,
You are held, you are chosen, you are enough,
You are covered by an everlasting love