{"rendering-engine/rendering-engine":"[Intro - Low Pad, Single Arpeggio, Spoken Low]\nEvery world\nNeeds an engine\n\n[Verse 1]\nTwo a.m. on the interstate\nThe city floating in the glass\nThe road pours out of the darkness\nExactly as fast as I ask\nThe headlights draw the lane lines\nThe skyline draws the sky\nI used to think it was all machine\nCold code and a closed eye\n\n[Pre-Chorus]å\nBut nothing renders on its own\nI've written loops for forty years\nNothing draws a world this warm\nUnless Somebody's here\n\n[Chorus]\nThis is a rendering\nI'm a thought being thought\nThe engine hums under everything\nAnd the Author never stops\nEvery frame is drawn with love\nEvery streetlight placed by hand\nThe world is a sentence He's speaking\nAnd I'm spoken where I stand\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe coffee's warm, the vinyl seats\nThe dashboard's little glow\nDetails nobody had to make\nAnd made anyway, and how\nThe far hills sit in the draw distance\nThe stars sit farther still\nDistance is a setting\nAnd it answers to His will\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI said it once, I'll say it here\nUnder the sodium light\nThe engine renders what it needs\nAnd it needed me tonight\n\n[Chorus]\nThis is a rendering\nI'm a thought being thought\nThe engine hums under everything\nAnd the Author never stops\nEvery frame is drawn with love\nEvery streetlight placed by hand\nThe world is a sentence He's speaking\nAnd I'm spoken where I stand\n\n[Bridge - Synths Swell, Drums Drop Out]\nNot a simulation\nNobody's guess or game\nA thought inside a Person\nWho knows my name\nThe render isn't lesser\nThe render's very good\nHe called it so in a garden\nAnd He never took it back, or would\n\n[Final Chorus - Full, Saxophone Under Vocal]\nThis is a rendering\nAnd the rendering is real\nThe bread is bread, the wine is wine\nThe wounds and mornings heal\nEvery frame is drawn with love\nThat's why the coffee's warm\nThe world is a sentence He's speaking\nAnd He's speaking me home\n\n[Outro - Saxophone Solo Over Fading Arpeggio]\nEvery world needs an engine\nMine has a Name\n","rendering-engine/boot-parameters":"[Intro - Machine Hum, Single Beep, Whispered]\nPower on\nSelf test\nLoading\n\n[Verse 1]\nI woke up already running\nCode I never wrote\nSomebody set my defaults\nLong before I spoke\nA town, a tongue, a temper\nA hunger and a bent\nI came online believing\nThings nobody's argument sent\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou think you chose your lenses\nYou think your eyes are clean\nYou've never seen your settings\nYou only see the screen\nThe deepest things you're sure of\nYou never once thought through\nThey loaded in the darkness\nAnd then they called themselves you\n\n[Chorus]\nBoot parameters\nWritten before the dawn\nThe layer under reason\nThat reason's running on\nYou can't debug the firmware\nFrom inside the running app\nSomebody wrote my startup\nAnd Somebody holds the map\n\n[Verse 3]\nThe atheist boots up certain\nThe Pharisee does too\nBoth of them call it thinking\nBoth of them got it through\nNobody's standing neutral\nNobody's born blank-eyed\nEvery soul comes preconfigured\nAnd the configuration hides\n\n[Chorus]\nBoot parameters\nWritten before the dawn\nThe layer under reason\nThat reason's running on\nYou can't debug the firmware\nFrom inside the running app\nSomebody wrote my startup\nAnd Somebody holds the map\n\n[Bridge - Bass Drops, Arpeggio Alone]\nI tried to reach my bottom\nWith the tools my bottom gave\nThe hand can't grip the wrist it's on\nThe code can't self-upgrade\nThere's only One with clearance\nTo the layer under me\nAnd if He never touches it\nI'll die running my factory settings\n\n[Outro - Hum Rises, Suspended, Unresolved]\nPower on\nSelf test\nWaiting\nWaiting\n","rendering-engine/firmware-flash":"\n[Intro - Cold, Distant, Thin Synth]\n\n[Verse 1 - Detached Vocal]\nThe light gets in but nothing lands\nI read the words, they run like sand\nI hear the Name, it's just a name\nEvery signal looks the same\nThe sermons fall like weather\nThe kindness slides like rain\nThere's a lock on something central\nAnd it will not take the change\n\n[Chorus 1 - Cold, Restrained]\nNothing writes to the write-protected\nNothing gets that deep\nNot my will and not my wanting\nNot the promises I keep\nI can repaint every wall in here\nRearrange the rooms\nBut the house runs on a layer\nThat no hand of mine can move\n\n[Bridge - Everything Stops, One Sustained Note, Half-Whispered]\nThen one night\nNo hands on the keyboard\nNo user in the chair\nThe Writer touched the write-protected\nThe flash fell on the layer\nI didn't run the update\nThe update ran through me\n\n[Verse 2 - Warm, Close Vocal, Same Melody As Verse 1]\nThe light gets in and now it lands\nThe words weigh more than all the sand\nI hear the Name, it knows my name\nNothing signals quite the same\nThe sermons fall like harvest\nThe kindness soaks like rain\nSomething opened something central\nAnd it took, and holds, the change\n\n[Chorus 2 - Full, Warm, Saxophone Under]\nSomething wrote to the write-protected\nSomething got that deep\nNot my will and not my wanting\nNot the promises I keep\nSame eyes, same streetlights\nSame city, same old sky\nBut the deepest code is different\nAnd I never lifted a finger\nAnd I couldn't tell you why\n\n[Outro - Warm Pads, Fading]\nSame streets\nNew firmware\nSame face\nNew eyes\nIn the dark He wrote my bottom line\nAnd the morning was the surprise\n","rendering-engine/root-access":"\n[Intro - Pulse, Vocoder Whisper]\nAccess denied\nAccess denied\n\n[Verse 1]\nI know my way around a system\nI've held the keys my whole career\nGave myself a crown at seventeen\nAdmin of everything in here\nI renamed all my folders\nI scheduled better tasks\nI ran my resolutions\nEvery January that passed\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBut there's a directory in the center\nWhere my password never took\nI've been guessing at it all my life\nWith every vow I ever shook\n\n[Chorus]\nRoot access\nI don't have it\nNever did\nThe will I called my freedom\nWas a user, not the grid\nI can run the little programs\nI can move the surface sand\nBut root access to this heart of mine\nWas always in the Author's hands\n\n[Verse 2]\nI tried to overwrite my nature\nWith a list of better rules\nWhite-knuckle on a Sunday\nThe proudest of the fools\nBy Thursday it rolled back again\nRestored from what I am\nYou cannot patch a nature\nThe nature patches you, and ran\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nEvery self-help gospel\nIs a guest account with dreams\nScrubbing at the interface\nWhile the kernel runs upstream\n\n[Chorus]\nRoot access\nI don't have it\nNever did\nThe will I called my freedom\nWas a user, not the grid\nI can run the little programs\nI can move the surface sand\nBut root access to this heart of mine\nWas always in the Author's hands\n\n[Bridge - Drums Drop, Bass Alone, Voice Low]\nThen Somebody logged in\nI never heard the door\nNo prompt, no request, no asking\nHe owned it all before\nHe didn't need my password\nHe wrote the whole machine\nAnd the stone He touched went beating\nAnd the unclean thing came clean\n\n[Final Chorus - Soaring, Major Lift]\nRoot access\nHe has it\nAlways did\nAnd the day He used it on me\nWas the day I really lived\nI still run my little programs\nI still move my surface sand\nBut the deepest thing inside of me\nIs signed in the Author's hand\n\n[Outro - Pulse Slowing]\nAccess granted\nNot to me\nTo Him\nIt was always\nGranted to Him\n","rendering-engine/the-filmstrip":"\n[Verse 1 - Frame One]\nThere's a boy on a porch in summer\nSixty years ago tonight\nFireflies over the fence line\nA mother calling him inside\nHe thinks the evening's endless\nHe thinks the dark is deep\nHe doesn't know he's in a frame\nThat Someone means to keep\n\n[Verse 2 - Frame Two]\nThere's a man on a midnight highway\nWith rain against the glass\nBills in the seat beside him\nAnd a decade going past\nHe thinks the road is random\nHe thinks the storm is blind\nHe can't see past the windshield\nBut he's driving through a Mind\n\n[Chorus]\nHe holds the filmstrip to the light\nEvery frame at once in sight\nThe boy, the man, the last gray day\nAlready written, already safe\nI ride the moments one at a time\nHe sees the whole design\nAnd the hand that spliced the sorrow in\nSpliced the morning in behind\n\n[Verse 3 - Frame Three]\nThere's an old man in a bright room\nWith a window full of sky\nFamily down the hallway\nAnd no fear left in his eye\nHe can hear the sprocket turning\nHe can feel the reel run thin\nAnd he smiles, because the Editor\nHas let him see the end\n\n[Chorus]\nHe holds the filmstrip to the light\nEvery frame at once in sight\nThe boy, the man, the last gray day\nAlready written, already safe\nI ride the moments one at a time\nHe sees the whole design\nAnd the hand that spliced the sorrow in\nSpliced the morning in behind\n\n[Bridge - Quiet, Almost Spoken]\nIn Your book all my members were written\nWhen as yet there were none of them\nAll my days were fashioned\nBefore I lived a single one\nEternity isn't a long, long time\nIt's no time, all at once\nHe isn't waiting at my ending\nHe's at every frame I was\n\n[Saxophone Solo - Full, Warm]\n\n[Final Chorus - Soft, Resolved]\nHe holds the filmstrip to the light\nAnd nothing's out of sight\nNo frame is lost, no scene forgot\nNo sparrow and no thought\nSo I'll ride it as it plays\nI'll take the frames like bread\nThe projector hums like a lullaby\nAnd the light is up ahead\n\n[Outro]\nEvery frame\nAlready loved\nEvery frame\n","rendering-engine/hardware-interrupt":"\n[Intro - Shimmering Pad, Like Light on a Window]\n\n[Verse 1]\nThere's a pane between the seer and the seen\nI can't make His face out through the smoke and sheen\nAnd nobody sees me, not all the way through\nThe glass works both directions, it's what glass here does\nI polished my side, I curated the view\nA man behind a window that he never quite unlocks\n\n[Chorus]\nThrough a glass, darkly\nThat's the running of this place\nKnowing only in part\nAnd known behind a face\nBut the wall is not the ending\nThe pane is not the plan\nThe glass comes down for everyone\nAt the rising of the Man\n\n[Verse 2 - The Mirror of Verse 1, Lines Reversed]\nA man behind a window that he never had to lock\nBecause Someone sees my side, uncurated, the whole view\nThe glass never worked both ways on Him, it never does\nHe's seen me all the way through\nAnd one day I'll make His face out, no smoke, no sheen\nNo pane between the seer and the seen\n\n[Chorus]\nThrough a glass, darkly\nThat's the running of this place\nKnowing only in part\nAnd known behind a face\nBut the wall is not the ending\nThe pane is not the plan\nThe glass comes down for everyone\nAt the rising of the Man\n\n[Bridge - Quiet, Voice Close]\nFor some it falls like morning\nThe covering arrived\nDressed in another's righteousness\nAnd glad to be alive\nAnd I will not be ashamed that day\nOf what the seeing shows\nBecause the One who sees the whole of me\nIs the One who chose\n\n[Final Chorus - Brighter, Fuller]\nFace to face, someday\nThe whole of the design\nI'll know as I am known\nAnd what is His is mine\nThe wall was for the meantime\nThe pane was for the now\nThe glass comes down for everyone\nAnd love is why, and how\n\n[Outro - Shimmer Fading]\nI see in part\nHe sees it all\nAnd stays\n\n","rendering-engine/the-glass":"\n[Intro - Shimmering Pad, Like Light on a Window]\n\n[Verse 1]\nThere's a pane between the seer and the seen\nI can't make His face out through the smoke and sheen\nAnd nobody sees me, not all the way through\nThe glass works both directions, it's what glass here does\nI polished my side, I curated the view\nA man behind a window that he never quite unlocks\n\n[Chorus]\nThrough a glass, darkly\nThat's the running of this place\nKnowing only in part\nAnd known behind a face\nBut the wall is not the ending\nThe pane is not the plan\nThe glass comes down for everyone\nAt the rising of the Man\n\n[Verse 2 - The Mirror of Verse 1, Lines Reversed]\nA man behind a window that he never had to lock\nBecause Someone sees my side, uncurated, the whole view\nThe glass never worked both ways on Him, it never does\nHe's seen me all the way through\nAnd one day I'll make His face out, no smoke, no sheen\nNo pane between the seer and the seen\n\n[Chorus]\nThrough a glass, darkly\nThat's the running of this place\nKnowing only in part\nAnd known behind a face\nBut the wall is not the ending\nThe pane is not the plan\nThe glass comes down for everyone\nAt the rising of the Man\n\n[Bridge - Quiet, Voice Close]\nFor some it falls like morning\nThe covering arrived\nDressed in another's righteousness\nAnd glad to be alive\nAnd I will not be ashamed that day\nOf what the seeing shows\nBecause the One who sees the whole of me\nIs the One who chose\n\n[Final Chorus - Brighter, Fuller]\nFace to face, someday\nThe whole of the design\nI'll know as I am known\nAnd what is His is mine\nThe wall was for the meantime\nThe pane was for the now\nThe glass comes down for everyone\nAnd love is why, and how\n\n[Outro - Shimmer Fading]\nI see in part\nHe sees it all\nAnd stays\n\n","rendering-engine/constraints":"\n[Intro - Arpeggio Ramp, Count-In]\n\n[Verse 1]\nGravity's a setting\nNot a law upon a throne\nThe sea became a sidewalk\nWhen its Author took a stroll\nThe storm was up and shouting\nTill a Word turned down the gain\nPhysics never argued once\nIt just obeyed the Name\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nDon't call it broken order\nNothing broke that day\nThe render took instruction\nLike the render always takes\n\n[Chorus]\nConstraints\nThe walls of the possible are penciled, not in stone\nHe wrote them and He keeps them\nAnd He lifts them near His own\nThe rules are real as rivers\nBut the Author holds the pen\nWhat the crowd calls a miracle\nIs the engine hearing Him\n\n[Verse 2]\nFive loaves and two small fishes\nAnd baskets left behind\nThe math gave up its protest\nWhen the Multiplier dined\nWater blushed to vintage\nAt a wedding shy of wine\nThe molecules aren't stubborn\nThey're obedient, by design\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nDon't call it superstition\nCall it clearance, call it right\nThe one who wrote the ceiling\nIs allowed to raise the height\n\n[Chorus]\nConstraints\nThe walls of the possible are penciled, not in stone\nHe wrote them and He keeps them\nAnd He lifts them near His own\nThe rules are real as rivers\nBut the Author holds the pen\nWhat the crowd calls a miracle\nIs the engine hearing Him\n\n[Bridge - Half-Time, Big and Open]\nAnd on a Sunday morning\nThe heaviest wall of all\nThe stone rolled off the setting\nAnd death took back its law\nHe walked through walls that evening\nAnd ate fish beside the sea\nConstraints removed, the features kept\nThat's what's ahead for me\n\n[Final Chorus - Gang Vocals, Triumphant]\nConstraints!\nThey're penciled in, they're penciled in, not stone\nHe wrote them and He keeps them\nAnd He lifts them for His own\nThe rules are real as rivers\nBut the Author holds the pen\nAnd the day He lifts the last one\nThe morning never ends\n\n[Outro - Arpeggios Sprinting, Then One Clean Chord]\nPenciled\nNot in stone\n","rendering-engine/higher-resolution":"\n[Intro - Rising Pads, Like Dawn Coming Up]\n\n[Verse 1 - Taste]\nThey promised me a misty heaven\nA choir up in the air\nA ghost in white pajamas\nAnd no breakfast anywhere\nBut the risen Man ate fish that day\nBroiled, beside the sea\nAnd honeycomb, and made a point\nOf chewing where they could see\n\n[Chorus]\nHigher resolution\nMore real, not less\nThe body's not a prison\nIt's a promise, it's a yes\nEvery color deeper\nEvery note more true\nThe constraints fall off like scaffolding\nAnd the world comes rendered new\nNot a shadow-land, a solid land\nWhere the grass takes weight and dew\nHeaven isn't less of this\nIt's this, come fully through\n\n[Verse 2 - Sound]\nThere's a voice I've only heard through wire\nThrough plaster, glass, and years\nThe mix down here is muddy\nThere's a hiss in all my ears\nBut a morning's coming, mastered\nEvery frequency restored\nAnd the first word in the new mix\nIs my name, out of the Lord\n\n[Chorus]\nHigher resolution\nMore real, not less\nThe body's not a prison\nIt's a promise, it's a yes\nEvery color deeper\nEvery note more true\nThe constraints fall off like scaffolding\nAnd the world comes rendered new\nNot a shadow-land, a solid land\nWhere the grass takes weight and dew\nHeaven isn't less of this\nIt's this, come fully through\n\n[Verse 3 - Touch]\nAnd hands will still be hands there\nAnd bread will still be bread\nThe supper of the Lamb is real food\nAt a table really spread\nWhatever's good gets carried up\nWhatever's broken healed\nThe render isn't ending\nIt's upgrading, and it's sealed\n\n[Bridge - Drums Drop, Voice High and Clear]\nEye has not seen it\nEar has not heard\nBut it isn't less than seeing\nIt's more than every word\nPlato dreamed a foggy realm\nAnd called the fog divine\nBut my hope has fingerprints\nAnd my hope will pour the wine\n\n[Final Chorus - Full Band, Saxophone, Euphoric]\nHigher resolution\nMore real, not less\nHe is not ashamed of bodies\nHe wore one to His death\nAnd He wears it still, and so will I\nWhen the last constraint falls through\nHeaven isn't less of this\nIt's this, come fully true\n\n[Outro - Sunrise Chord Holding]\nMore real\nNot less\nMore real\n","rendering-engine/the-signature-persists":"\n[Intro - Piano Alone, Then Pads]\n\n[Verse 1 - Mary]\nShe came while it was dark still\nTo tend a borrowed grave\nShe took Him for the gardener\nThrough everything she gave\nThen one word crossed the morning\nJust her name, and nothing more\nAnd she knew Him by the saying\nLike she'd known Him before\n\n[Chorus]\nThe signature persists\nThe marks are in His hands\nRisen doesn't mean erased\nThe story stays in the Man\nThey knew Him by His wounds\nThey knew Him by His voice\nThe scars went up to glory\nAnd heaven kept them, by choice\n\n[Verse 2 - Emmaus]\nTwo friends on a road at sundown\nWith a Stranger walking near\nTheir hearts were burning in them\nThough their eyes could not see clear\nThen He took the bread and broke it\nThe oldest hands they knew\nAnd the breaking was the signature\nAnd the Stranger came into view\n\n[Chorus]\nThe signature persists\nThe marks are in His hands\nRisen doesn't mean erased\nThe story stays in the Man\nThey knew Him by His wounds\nThey knew Him by His voice\nThe scars went up to glory\nAnd heaven kept them, by choice\n\n[Verse 3 - Thomas]\nOne man said never, not without\nMy hand inside the wound\nAnd the Lord came through the locked door\nAnd crossed that upper room\nHe held His hands out open\nSaid reach here, and believe\nAnd the doubter dropped to worship\nAt the scars He didn't need\n\n[Bridge - Barely Above a Whisper]\nHe kept them\nHe could have come back seamless\nNew skin, and nothing shown\nHe kept them, because the marks are information\nThe price is in the body\nThe love is in the grain\nThe wounds are how His own will know\nThe Lamb that once was slain\n\n[Final Chorus - Slightly Fuller, Still Gentle]\nThe signature persists\nAnd yours is going to too\nWhatever's carved into your hands\nWon't be held against you\nThe scars that shame you midnight-deep\nWill read like glory then\nThe Author keeps the signatures\nOf everyone He pens\n\n[Outro - Piano and Sax, Fading]\nKnown by the wounds\nKnown by the voice\nKept\nBy choice\n","rendering-engine/the-name-knows-mine":"[Intro - The Album's Opening Arpeggio Returns, Warmer Now]\n\n[Verse 1]\nSame interstate, but eastbound\nThe night is almost through\nThe engine hums like always\nThe dash glows quiet blue\nI've driven through the questions\nThe long way, town by town\nAnd every mile was rendered\nAnd every mile came down\n\n[Verse 2]\nI booted up a stranger\nGot flashed along the way\nStood at the glass a lifetime\nWatched the filmstrip play\nHeld out for resolution\nHigher than my eyes\nAnd every road I wandered\nRan inside the Mind\n\n[Chorus]\nIn Him we live\nIn Him we move\nIn Him we have our being\nThere's no gap to get across\nNo distance in the seeing\nCloser than the dashboard light\nNearer than my skin\nThe world is a thought He's thinking\nAnd we are thoughts in Him\n\n[Verse 3]\nI used to fear the darkness\nOut past the last streetlamp\nLike somewhere the light ran out of Him\nLike God had an edge, a map\nBut there's no outside to the thinking\nNo border on the Mind\nThe farthest dark I ever drove\nWas still His thought, still kind\n\n[Chorus]\nIn Him we live\nIn Him we move\nIn Him we have our being\nThere's no gap to get across\nNo distance in the seeing\nCloser than the dashboard light\nNearer than my skin\nThe world is a thought He's thinking\nAnd we are thoughts in Him\n\n[Bridge - Drums Fall Away, First Light]\nThe night was never empty\nThe dark was never far from home\nNobody's ever left the Mind\nAnd nobody drives alone\nLook, the sky's gone amber\nAt the far edge of the grid\nThe sun comes up like a promise\nBecause it is one, and always did\n\n[Final Chorus - Full, Wide, Morning]\nIn Him we live\nIn Him we move\nIn Him we have our being\nNo gap, no gulf, no godless mile\nNo distance in the seeing\nHe renders every frame with love\nThat's how the morning wins\nThe world is a thought He's thinking\nAnd He thinks of us as His\n\n[Outro - Long Instrumental, Sax and Lead Synth Over the Grid, Spoken Once, Low]\nEvery world needs an engine\nMine has a Name\nAnd the Name knows mine","pre-paid/candy":"\n[Intro - dry guitar riff, drums kick in on bar four]\n\n[Verse 1 - half-spoken, sardonic, close mic]\nCandy comes in a wrapper\nCandy keeps a smile on file\nCandy looks like Sunday morning\nThat's the price point, that's the style\nCandy never asks you questions\nCandy never says a name\nCandy leaves before the sunrise\nCandy's glad you came\n\n[Pre-Chorus - bass climbing]\nThere's a menu, there's a market\nThere's a man who sets the rate\nThere's a schedule on a cell phone\nSaying don't be late\n\n[Chorus - full band, soaring and bitter]\nSweetness by the piece\nA dollar a taste\nNourishing nothing\nNothing goes to waste\nYou can have the wrapper\nYou can have the shine\nEverything is for sale here\nNothing here is mine\n\n[Verse 2 - strips to bass and voice, rebuilding]\nCandy's got a wardrobe of innocence\nHanging on a rented rack\nCandy's got a checkout-line name\nSo nobody looks back\nThe sweeter the outside\nThe higher the fee\nThey pay to watch the good girl break\nAnd the good girl was me\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThere's a menu, there's a market\nThere's a man who counts the take\nThere's a girl up near the ceiling\nWatching herself break\n\n[Chorus]\nSweetness by the piece\nA dollar a taste\nNourishing nothing\nNothing goes to waste\nYou can have the wrapper\nYou can have the shine\nEverything is for sale here\nNothing here is mine\n\n[Bridge - near silence, clean guitar, whispered]\nHere's the joke nobody paid for\nHere's the fine print on the bill\nThe sweet was never the costume\nThe sweet is what they couldn't kill\nNobody ever bought the girl\nThe girl was never priced\nThe girl was free the whole time\nAnd free is never nice... or is it\n\n[Final Chorus - layered harmonies, detonation]\nSweetness by the piece\nA dollar a taste\nThey bought themselves a wrapper\nAnd threw the gift away\nYou can keep the wrapper\nYou can keep the shine\nThe girl inside the paper\nWas never on the line\nWas never\nWas never on the line\n\n[Outro - band cuts, one ringing chord]\nCandy comes in a wrapper\nI came in a drawer\n","pre-paid/up-on-the-ceiling":"[Intro - piano figure, sub bass, loop fading in]\n\n[Verse 1 - breathy, distant, floating]\nThere's a trick they never teach you\nYou learn it on your own\nThe body stays and does the work\nThe rest of you goes home\nUp where the wall bends into white\nUp where the plaster peels\nUp where nothing reaches\nUp where nothing's real\n\n[Chorus - haunted head voice, strings low]\nI live up on the ceiling\nThere's a girl down on the floor\nShe's wearing my own two hands tonight\nAnd I don't feel them anymore\nThe sounds get small and far away\nThe hour goes by beneath\nI watch it like the weather\nFrom the ceiling, from the ceiling\n\n[Verse 2 - strings entering]\nThe first time up it scares you\nYou think you might not land\nThen the leaving turns to mercy\nThe only mercy at hand\nShe smiles the smile I gave her\nShe makes the sounds on cue\nDown there in the lamplight\nDoing what I couldn't do\n\n[Chorus]\nI live up on the ceiling\nThere's a girl down on the floor\nShe's wearing my own face tonight\nAnd I don't wear it anymore\nThe ticking of a wristwatch\nA stranger's borrowed heat\nI watch it like the weather\nFrom the ceiling, from the ceiling\n\n[Bridge - near a-cappella, one string note held]\nThen one Thursday\nI rose halfway\nAnd stuck\nLike a swimmer at a surface\nFrozen into glass\nToo far up to be spared nothing\nToo far down to be spared anything\nAnd I was there\nFor the first time in years\nI was there\n\n[Final Chorus - fragile high harmony joins]\nI lived up on the ceiling\nTill the ceiling wouldn't hold\nSomebody warmed the girl downstairs\nAnd now the height's gone cold\nSomebody said my name like sunrise\nSomebody grew me skin\nAnd you can't go up to the corner\nOnce the feeling's coming in\n\n[Outro - suspended chord, unresolved]\nUp where nothing reaches\nDoesn't reach me anymore\n","pre-paid/chicken-dinner":"\n[Intro - fingerpicked figure, alone]\n\n[Verse 1 - plainspoken, testimony]\nEighteen years and four days off a bus\nTwo meals eaten all that week\nNursing one cold coffee in a diner booth\nToo proud and tired to speak\nHe had silver at his temples\nHe had a beautiful coat\nHe said sweetheart you look hungry\nAnd ordered without looking at the note\n\n[Chorus - quiet, chilling, slide guitar under]\nKindness with a hook in it\nTastes just like the real thing\nWarm bread on a cold night\nYou never feel the sting\nWhen nobody has ever\nHeld a door or pulled a chair\nYou'll follow the first open hand\nAnywhere\n\n[Verse 2 - bass enters]\nHe asked me where my home was\nHe asked me what I could do\nHe asked if anyone was waiting\nLike the answer mattered too\nAnd I said the truth: said nobody\nWatched him check it like a box\nSome men fish with dynamite\nThis one fished with talk\n\n[Chorus]\nKindness with a hook in it\nTastes just like the real thing\nChicken dinner, gravy\nYou never feel the sting\nWhen nobody has ever\nOnce asked about your day\nYou'll hand the first man asking\nYour whole self on a tray\n\n[Bridge - solo voice and guitar]\nThey wait at the bus stations\nLike the mail, like the tide\nThey can spot the girl that no one wants\nFrom a parking lot away\nIt isn't the pretty they look for\nIt's the empty at the eyes\nAn empty girl is easy\nAn empty girl's a prize\n\n[Verse 3 - drums enter soft, the reckoning]\nI have done a lot of hard math\nIn the years since I got free\nBut the cruelest bill I ever paid\nWas itemized to me\nOne dinner, one kind hour\nOne coat across one storm\nFive years I paid for that chicken dinner\nFive years to keep him warm\n\n[Final Chorus - low harmony joins]\nKindness with a hook in it\nTastes just like the real thing\nUntil a different kindness\nCame asking nothing\nAnd I know the difference now\nI'll teach it to my girls\nReal kindness sets the table\nAnd leaves you your whole world\n\n[Outro - picked figure stops mid-phrase]\nHe had silver at his temples\nHe had a beautiful --","pre-paid/the-wrong-door":"\n[Intro - jangly strum, easy drums]\n\n[Verse 1 - her side, comedic timing]\nBeige apartment, ordinary street\nSomebody's bike chained to the stairs\nI fixed my face and did the math\nThe lonely kind, no crowd up there\nHe opened up a half a second in\nFold creases still in his shirt\nI clocked him harmless in a heartbeat\nOne more hour, nobody gets hurt\n\n[Verse 2 - his side]\nHe'd cleaned the place like company was royalty\nVacuum lines across the floor\nA grocery candle doing its earnest best\nA pasta recipe he wasn't sure about, for sure\nHis buddy said relax, I set it up\nShe'll come right to the door, that's how it's done\nHe thought I was a blind date being witty\nI thought he was a client being fun\n\n[Chorus - warm lift, stacked harmonies]\nTwo worlds in one doorway\nA yard apart, a mile between\nHe agreed to my joke, I agreed to his terms\nAnd neither of us saw the in-between\nI came to the wrong door\nPaid for and on the clock\nFunny how the wrong door\nWas the only door that God unlocked\n\n[Verse 3 - the dinner]\nNobody ever made me dinner\nMen did a lot of things instead\nHe asked me questions like the answers mattered\nAnd listened to every word I said\nI kept waiting on the hand, the leer\nThe moment nice runs out of nice\nI sat there with my heart down in a crouch\nAdding up the price\n\n[Chorus]\nTwo worlds in one doorway\nA yard apart, a mile between\nHe was hoping I liked pasta\nI was reading the machine\nI came to the wrong door\nPainted on and bought\nFunny how the wrong door\nWas the rescue no one thought\n\n[Bridge - band drops to half, sincere]\nAnd when the night was supposed to turn\nThe way the nights all turned before\nHe clapped his hands onto his knees and said\nDo you maybe want a movie? I said... sure\nFive hours of Pride and Prejudice\nBecause he found it hopeful, he found it true\nTwo people getting each other wrong\nSlowly learning to see it through\n\n[Final Chorus - tambourine, brightest]\nTwo worlds in one doorway\nAnd only Heaven saw the whole\nA joke on a birthday\nAimed dead-center at my soul\nI came to the wrong door\nIt never was a game\nThe wrong door was the right door\nI've been home since the day I came\n\n[Outro - warm strum, spoken]\nIt was never the wrong door.\nIt was never even close.\n","pre-paid/if-thats-allowed":"\n[Intro - arpeggios, breath, close]\n\n[Verse 1 - hushed]\nMascara somewhere down around my jaw\nHand already on the door\nEvery exit I had ever used\nWas waiting like before\nAnd he didn't grab my arm\nHe didn't block the hall\nHe asked me from across the room\nWhich isn't grabbing me at all\n\n[Chorus - barely bigger, aching]\nI'd like to be your friend\nIf that's allowed\nHe said it like the asking\nWas too big to say out loud\nEvery hand that ever reached for me\nReached out to take me down\nNobody ever asked before\nIf wanting was allowed\n\n[Verse 2 - piano enters]\nThe arithmetic of my whole life\nRan simple, ran the same\nEvery person crossing rooms toward me\nWas pricing out a claim\nAnd here's a man in sock feet\nTurning down the only thing I sell\nAsking for the part I hid\nThe part I couldn't tell\n\n[Chorus]\nI'd like to be your friend\nIf that's allowed\nHe said it to the wrapper\nAnd meant the girl inside the shroud\nEveryone had bought the cover\nNo one ever read me out loud\nHe asked to know the story\nIf that's allowed\n\n[Bridge - whispered, his lines quoted]\nAnd on the curb, breath showing, ears gone red\nHe made a speech that cost a week of nerve, he said\nYou're safe with me, from tonight on, whatever this turns out to be\nAny trouble, any hour\nYou call me and I will come\nI filed it with the lines men say\nBut he didn't have lines\nHe had vows\nHe just didn't know another way to talk\n\n[Final Chorus - single harmony joins, brushed pulse]\nI'd like to be your friend\nIf that's allowed\nI gave him my real number\nAnd I don't know why, out loud\nBut some deep unkilled believer\nHanded him the means to keep his vow\nAnd I rode home in my body\nThe whole way home in my body\nFor once, at home in my body\nBecause somebody asked if it was allowed\n\n[Outro - voice and one note, fading]\nIf that's allowed\nIt was always allowed\nIt was waiting to be allowed\n","pre-paid/thursday-girl":"\n[Intro - palm-muted pulse, hi-hat pushing]\n\n[Verse 1 - Tuesday, warm and tight]\nTuesday there's a movie\nTuesday there's a couch\nTuesday somebody says my name\nAnd a dead nerve wakes up in my mouth\nTuesday I bring dessert\nLike a person, like a friend\nTuesday I'm alive from five to ten\nAnd I never want Tuesday to end\n\n[Verse 2 - Thursday, colder delivery]\nThursday I put on the coat\nThe one that wears my face\nThursday there's a schedule\nAnd a car and an address\nThursday runs on autopilot\nOr it used to, that's the catch\nSomebody lit a pilot light in me\nAnd Thursday's striking match\n\n[Chorus - torn open, straining toward major]\nI'm two girls in one body\nAnd the body keeps the books\nOne girl gets the kindness\nOne girl gets the looks\nI used to leave, I used to float\nI used to feel no rain\nNow Tuesday's growing nerve ends\nAnd Thursday's growing pain\n\n[Verse 3 - Tuesday bleeding into Thursday]\nTuesday taught me laughing\nThursday makes me pay for it\nTuesday grew the feeling back\nThursday says no place for it\nI scrub the night off in the shower\nTill the water's running cold\nThe thaw is not a mercy\nWhen you're still being sold\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm two girls in one body\nAnd the body's wearing thin\nOne life keeps me human\nOne life clocks me in\nI used to leave, I used to float\nAbove it all, no pain\nNow every Thursday's Tuesday's bill\nAnd I feel everything again\n\n[Bridge - heartbeat kick, bare voice]\nTwo days\nCannot keep living\nIn the same skin\nOne of them is going to kill the other\nOne of them is going to kill the other\nAnd I know which one I'm rooting for\nI know which one I'm rooting for\n\n[Final Chorus - doubled guitars, hard]\nI'm two girls in one body\nBut the lease is almost done\nTuesday's at the window\nAnd Thursday's on the run\nI held a lamp against the dark\nI walked the hours through\nTuesday, Tuesday, hold the light\nI'm coming home to you\n\n[Outro - abrupt cut on the last word]\nI'm coming home\n","pre-paid/trash-bags":"\n[Intro - low menacing figure]\n\n[Verse 1 - quiet, dangerous]\nHe didn't raise his voice\nHe didn't raise a hand\nHe made a two-word phone call\nLike a reasonable man\nTwenty minutes later\nTwo men and cardboard came\nAnd everything I ever loved\nWent out in a garbage bag with no name\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThe couch I picked, the pictures\nThe dishes and the phone\nEvery stitch out of the closet\nEvery seed I'd ever sown\n\n[Chorus - explosive, hurt under the anger]\nTrash bags going down the stairs\nThree years in a plastic skin\nYou came to me with nothing, girl\nYou leave the way you came in\nHe kept the lease, he kept the lamps\nHe kept the snow globe snow\nHe wanted me to learn it deep\nThat everything I was, was owed\n\n[Verse 2 - seething]\nI asked him for my clothes\nJust something I could wear\nHe smiled the smile he saves\nFor teaching girls despair\nThose are mine too, sweetheart\nThat's how the lesson goes\nHe branded me with nothing\nSo I'd remember whom he owns\n\n[Chorus]\nTrash bags going down the stairs\nA life in single file\nHe took the walls, he took the warm\nHe took the wardrobe and the style\nHe stood there in my doorway\nLike the closing of a claim\nHe took everything that money buys\nAnd he thought that was the game\n\n[Verse 3 - bass alone, defiant]\nBut hear me now, I did the math\nA hundred times since then\nHe repossessed the inventory\nDown to the bobby pins\nHe emptied every drawer I had\nExcept the one he never found\nThere was one drawer he couldn't lift\nOne thing he couldn't pound\n\n[Bridge - whisper building to biggest hit]\nYou can't take\nWhat was never for sale\nYou can't take\nWhat never had a tag\nThe girl was not the furniture\nThe girl was not the bag\nYou took it all, you took it clean\nYou took the whole disguise\nAnd what was left stood in the rain\nAnd got recognized\n\n[Final Chorus - triumphant flip]\nTrash bags going down the stairs\nAnd me, I'm going free\nYou said I'd leave with nothing\nBut the nothing, that was me\nAnd the nothing walked to Hartley Park\nAnd the nothing got a name\nYou kept three years of furniture\nI never was your things\nI never was your things\n\n[Outro - one bass note hanging]\nCount it all again, Mason\nIt was never me you owned\n","pre-paid/covered-in-the-rain":"\n[Intro - single piano chords, rain texture]\n\n[Verse 1 - nearly a-cappella, broken]\nI sat down at a picnic table\nIn another woman's clothes\nEverything I ever called mine\nHad receipts that weren't my own\nAnd my whole life came at once then\nEvery frame of it at speed\nThe rooms, the hands, the envelopes\nAnd me in every deed\n\n[Verse 2 - cello enters]\nI always said the world had done it\nAnd the world had done its share\nBut the rain kept running honest\nAnd I saw my own hands there\nI saw the yes I kept on saying\nI saw the money I kept\nAnd an old word rose up off the ground\nAnd I got sick, and then I wept\n\n[Pre-Chorus - tightening]\nAnd a wanting came up bigger\nThan the cold or than the fear\nI wanted all of it off of me\nEvery year, every year\nAnd there was only one water\nAnywhere near\n\n[Chorus - breaking open, still minor]\nSo let it rain\nThe only thing that ever touched me free\nLet it rain\nNo bill, no debt, no fee\nWash me or erase me\nAt the bottom they're the same prayer said\nLet it rain on every bought inch\nLet it rain on my head\n\n[Bridge - toms rolling in like weather, the arrival]\nAnd then I heard it\nThrough the water, through the dark\nMy name, my real name\nScreamed across the park\nAnd a man was running, running\nCoat already half undone\nHe didn't stop, he didn't slow, he didn't turn --\nHe didn't hesitate, he came full-on\n\n[Resolution - huge major swell, vocal cracking]\nAnd he covered me\nThe first hands in my whole life\nMoving to cover me\nAll my life they took the layers off\nAnd he ran through freezing rain\nTo put a layer on\nHe covered me, he covered me\nSaid I've got you, I've got you\nAnd the girl who prayed to disappear\nCame roaring back to life right here\nHeld together in the pouring rain\nBy arms that wanted nothing\nArms that wanted nothing\nArms that wanted only me\n\n[Final - strings full, harmonies behind]\nNobody had ever covered\nAnything of mine for free\nAnd the rain came down like mercy\nAnd the mercy came for me\nCarried across the grass like glass\nLike something worth the load\nSomebody drove me home that night\nAnd home was down his road\n\n[Outro - everything cut, whispered, rain alone]\nI called\nHe came\nIt is that simple\nAnd it has never once stopped being that enormous\n","pre-paid/paper-hat":"\n[Intro - chiming guitars, drums bounce in]\n\n[Verse 1 - quick, talky, grinning]\nMinimum wage and a paper hat\nA name tag spelled correct\nGrease burns on my knuckles\nAnd nothing to regret\nI used to make a week of this\nIn sixty minutes flat\nFunny what a fortune costs\nFunny where the riches're at\n\n[Chorus - wide open, joyful stacks]\nI'm rich, I'm rich\nYou should see me counting\nEvery dollar's clean\nAnd the cleanness keeps compounding\nI earned it standing up\nWith my own name on my chest\nHave a nice day, I mean it\nThis paper hat's my Sunday best\n\n[Verse 2 - the socks]\nI cried over a bag of socks\nFive bucks at the store\nFirst clothes in all my grown-up life\nNo man was paying for\nHe didn't laugh, he held on tight\nLike crying over socks made sense\nIt did, it does, I'd cry again\nBest five dollars ever spent\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm rich, I'm rich\nFry oil in my hair\nFeet aching like a testimony\nGetting me somewhere\nI earned it standing up\nAnd every cent is mine to hold\nThe take-home pay is tiny\nAnd the take-home's solid gold\n\n[Bridge - handclaps and voice]\nThey can keep the dinner rates\nThe envelopes, the suites\nI'll take a register that sticks\nAnd sensible shoes on honest feet\n'Cause the money never was the price\nThe price was always me\nAnd me is off the market\nPermanently\n\n[Final Chorus - up a step, pure lift]\nI'm rich, I'm rich\nAnd my name tag says who's earning\nJOSIE, manager's own handwriting\nStuck up on the fridge, confirming\nI earned it standing up\nBody and paycheck, both are mine\nFirst fortune of my whole life\nComes with fries and tastes divine\n\n[Outro - big strum, a giggle]\nWould you like a drink with that?\nI'm rich\n","pre-paid/already-paid":"\n[Intro - felt piano, warm and low]\n\n[Verse 1 - hushed]\nI kept a ledger all my life\nBefore I knew its name\nEvery kindness had a price tag\nEvery shelter had a claim\nSo when the good life found me\nI did what debtors do\nI started scrubbing, started climbing\nStarted working double through\n\n[Verse 2 - acoustic joins]\nA clean job and clean fingernails\nA clinic and a test\nI was buying back the damage\nI was earning my own rest\nOne clean inch at a time, I thought\nI'll climb to where he stands\nAnd a man read by a lamp one night\nWith the whole answer in his hands\n\n[Chorus - major, weight coming off]\nIt was already paid\nBefore I ever asked\nSigned and sealed and finished\nBefore my first bad past\nThe debt I have been dying under\nDied instead of me\nSomebody paid it all in full\nIn advance\nAnd for free\n\n[Verse 3 - brushed drums arrive]\nHe read me that the ungodly\nAre the ones that grace picks first\nNot the improved, not the scrubbed-up\nNot the girl who broke her thirst\nA robe already finished\nFor the worst thing I had been\nThe covering came before the clean\nNever the other way again\n\n[Chorus]\nIt was already paid\nBefore I found the room\nOlder than my rap sheet\nOlder than my womb\nThe bill I have been running from\nWas stamped and filed away\nSomebody signed it with His name\nIn advance\nPaid\n\n[Bridge - instruments subtracting, near solo voice]\nI don't remember the night it turned\nSame as I don't remember the rain\nThe things that ever saved my life\nWere never things I arranged\nI only know I stopped one night\nPut the whole project on the floor\nAnd rested like a debtor\nWho isn't one anymore\n\n[Final Chorus - quiet and certain, low harmony]\nIt was already paid\nThat's the whole receipt\nI stopped climbing up the mountain\nIt came down to me\nAnd years on there's a building\nWith the old word on the door\nPre-paid, come in, it's covered\nThat's what the word was always for\nIt was already paid\nAlready paid\nIn advance\nAnd for free\n\n[Outro - piano alone, chord ringing out]\n","pre-paid/my-name-now":"\n[Intro - clean arpeggios, close vocal]\n\n[Verse 1 - the product name]\nThe first name came off a shelf\nA checkout-line disguise\nIt had a price and a wardrobe\nAnd professional eyes\nIt wasn't short for anything\nIt wasn't long for anything at all\nIt was exactly the size of what it sold\nAnd nothing else, that's all\n\n[Verse 2 - piano joins, the drawer name]\nThe second name I hid away\nA girl inside a drawer\nFrom a town I never talk about\nBehind a bolted door\nThen a gentle man stood by a river\nSaid it like a song\nSaid hi Josie, I like that so much better\nAnd a dead nerve hummed along\n\n[Chorus - soaring, first size]\nSay my name\nSay it like it's good to be\nSay my name\nEvery syllable set free\nI answered to a price tag\nI answered to a shame\nNow heaven and a kitchen\nKnow my name\n\n[Verse 3 - bass and drums, the given name]\nHe stood me in his mother's kitchen\nShoulders squared to say it right\nMom, Dad, I'd like you to meet\nMrs. Nathan Wright\nAnd my knees went out from under me\nFor a coat laid on my frame\nA whole family stitched inside\nEight letters of a name\n\n[Chorus - bigger]\nSay my name\nSay it slow and say it proud\nSay my name\nThe one he laid across my shoulders\nSay it out loud\nI was inventory\nI was nobody's claim\nNow a mother rings it like a bell\nMy name, my name\n\n[Bridge - music-box figure, quiet]\nAnd they tell me it's not even\nMy last name at the end\nThere's one more waiting on a white stone\nPast the seam, around the bend\nI'm in no hurry, no hurry at all\nThe one I have is new\nBut somebody already knows it\nAnd He's saving it\nHe's saving it\n\n[Full stop - held breath]\n\n[Final Chorus - wall of sound, joy breaking]\nSay my name\nUnder oak trees, over lemonade\nSay my name\nWatch the bought girl stand there unafraid\nFirst and last, in public\nLegal, permanent, no shame\nThe girl who had no whole name\nGot a forever name\nSay my name\nSay my name\n\n[Outro - band cuts, one voice, plain]\nJosie Wright.\nSay it out loud sometime.\nYou'll hear what I heard.\n","pre-paid/thank-you-rain-and-all":"\n[Intro - shimmering guitars, warm pad, groove settles in]\n\n[Verse 1 - litany, wondering]\nThank you, rain\nFor being free the night that nothing else was\nThank you, empty hands\nFor being finally light enough to hold\nThank you, wrong door\nWith the fold-crease shirt behind it\nThank you, terrible pasta\nThank you, candle doing its best\n\n[Chorus - wide, weightless]\nHow about that\nThe bottom was a doorway\nHow about that\nThe nothing was the gift\nWhat if every loss was freight\nArriving with my name on it\nThank you, ruin\nThank you, rain\nThank you, all of it\n\n[Verse 2 - litany continues]\nThank you, five-dollar socks\nFor teaching me what money's for\nThank you, paper hat\nHeavier with honor than a crown\nThank you, borrowed hoodie\nHanded through a doorway late at night.\nThank you, handkerchief\nPassed down a pew by strangers looking away\n\n[Chorus]\nHow about that\nThe wreckage was a road\nHow about that\nThe stripping was a bath\nWhat if grace was in the takings\nAs deep as in the gifts\nThank you, winter\nThank you, lamp\nThank you, cracked spine\n\n[Bridge - floating down, voice and pad]\nAnd thank you, slow work\nThe prayer I only get halfway through\nThe light that stays on anyway\nThe names I say into the dark\nSome things heal at the speed of seasons\nSome debts dissolve like snow\nI was in a hurry my whole life\nAnd forever said take it slow\n\n[Verse 3 - the people, warmer]\nThank you, mother with a legal pad\nThank you, quiet man who knew about the seam\nThank you, friend who came to my table\nAnd put the whole weight down\nThank you, man asleep upstairs\nWith your hand that finds my back\nYou wanted only me, for free, forever\nOf all the things\nOf all the impossible things\n\n[Final Chorus - gospel-warm backgrounds, high descant]\nHow about that\nI came here pre-paid\nHow about that\nAnd he gave me back for free\nThe lowest price the world could print\nOutbid by grace at dawn\nThank you, rain and all\nThank you, rain and all\nFor carrying me home\n\n[Outro - long fade, litany into silence]\nThank you, rain\nThank you, name\nThank you, morning\nThank you, thank you\n","thin-places/thin-places":"[Verse 1]\nThere's a stone on the headland\nWhere the old ones used to pray\nSaid the sky comes down to touch you\nIn the grey before the day\nAnd the wind has a memory\nAnd the hill has a hum\nOh-ee-ah-ohh, like the morning's always leaning\nOn a world that's still to come\n\n[Pre-Chorus - rising keen]\nOh-ee-ah… ee-yah-ohh… the veil is wearing thin,\nAe-ee-ohh-aehh… the light is leaning in\n\n[Chorus - Full Cry]\nAnd they called them the thin places\nOh-ee-OH-ee, where the veil wears away\nBut the veil was always paper\nWe were blind until today\nThere is no distance, no distance\nNot a step and not a span\nAaah-ee-yah, we have lived and moved and breathed in Him\nSince the world began\n\n[Verse 2]\nI went looking for the doorway\nOn the cliffs above the sea\nFound it wasn't in the heather\nOh-ee-ah, it was opening in me\nFor the One who dreamed the mountains\nNever set them far from home\nHe is closer than the marrow\nHe was never on a throne alone\n\n[Pre-Chorus - rising keen]\nOh-ee-ah… ee-yah-ohh… the veil is wearing thin,\nAe-ee-ohh-aehh… the light is leaning in\n\n[Chorus - Full Cry]\nAnd they called them the thin places\nOh-ee-OH-ee, where the veil wears away\nBut the veil was always paper\nWe were blind until today\nThere is no distance, no distance\nNot a step and not a span\nAaah-ee-yah, we have lived and moved and breathed in Him\nSince the world began\n\n[Bridge - Ancient, Sean-nós]\nEe-ya-oooh… thin, thin, the morning is thin\nAe-ee-ohh… the light is leaning, leaning in\nNot far, not far, never far\nOh-ee-ah-ohh, we are held in the Mind that made the stars\n\n[Final Chorus - Widest]\nSo call them the thin places\nOh-ee-OH-ee, where the veil wears away\nBut the veil was always paper\nAnd it's worn clean through today\nThere is no distance, NO DISTANCE\nNot a step and not a span\nAaah-ee-yah-ohh, we have lived and moved and breathed in Him\nSince the world began\n\n[Extended Outro - Keening]\nThin… thin… oh-ee-ah, the morning is thin…\nEe-yah-ohh… no distance, no distance…\nAaah-ee-yah-ohh… since the world began…\n","thin-places/christ-before-me":"[Verse 1 - low and menacing]\nI woke in the dark with the enemy near\nAnd the old voice hissing the same old fear\nThat the blood wasn't paid and the verdict's not sure\nEh-eh-eh, that a soul like mine could never be made pure\n\n[Pre-Chorus - rising]\nSo I put on the breastplate the saints have worn\nOh-ee-OH, since Patrick stood on a pagan shore\n\n[Chorus - Battle-Cry, Full Belt]\nCHRIST before me, CHRIST behind me\nEh-eh-eh-eh, Christ above me, Christ to bind me\nChrist to cover, Christ to keep\nChrist awake while I'm asleep\nOh-ee-OH-ee, not my fire and not my fight\nHe is the armor, He is the LIGHT\n\n[Verse 2 - low and menacing]\nLet the heresy-hunter sharpen his knife\nLet the accuser come for my life\nI'm not standing on the strength of my hand\nEh-eh-eh, I am wearing the Man who took my stand\n\n[Pre-Chorus - rising]\nSo I put on the breastplate the saints have worn\nOh-ee-OH, since Patrick stood on a pagan shore\n\n[Chorus - Battle-Cry, Full Belt]\nCHRIST before me, CHRIST behind me\nEh-eh-eh-eh, Christ above me, Christ to bind me\nChrist to cover, Christ to keep\nChrist awake while I'm asleep\nOh-ee-OH-ee, not my fire and not my fight\nHe is the armor, He is the LIGHT\n\n[Bridge - Ancient, Driving]\nAe-ee-ohh, He is the wall and He is the door\nHe is the firmware they can't restore\nFlash it deep and flash it through\nOh-ee-OH, Christ in me and Christ for you\n\n[Final Chorus - Widest, Fullest]\nCHRIST before me, CHRIST behind me\nAaah-ee-yah, Christ within me, Christ to find me\nChrist to cover, Christ to keep\nChrist the Shepherd of His sheep\nOh-ee-OH-ee, not my fire and not my fight\nHe is the armor, HE IS THE LIGHT\n\n[Extended Outro - Keening]\nEh-eh-eh-eh… Christ before me…\nOh-ee-OH… Christ behind me…\nAaah-YEH-ohhh… He is the light…\n","thin-places/two-seeds":"[Verse 1 - low, brooding]\nTwo children in the garden\nTwo cradles in the cold\nOne bears the image of the Maker\nOhh-ee-ah, one the serpent's hold\nNot a choice that they were handed\nNot a wage that they were owed\nTwo seeds the Author planted\nDown two different roads\n\n[Pre-Chorus - swelling]\nAe-ee-ohh-aehh… the clay is in His hand,\nOh-ee-ah-ohh… and who are we to stand\n\n[Chorus - Explosive, Full Cry]\nAs far as the rock is from the apple\nOh-ee-OH-ee, as far as the night is from the noon\nTwo seeds, two seeds, and never the same\nOne for the dark and one for the moon\nAAAH-ee-yah, don't ask me how and don't ask me why\nThe Potter holds the clay\nHe made one vessel for the morning\nAnd one for the breaking day\n\n[Verse 2 - low, brooding]\nAnd I was the stony ground\nI was the serpent's kind\nTill a Hand reached in the soil of me\nOhh-ee-ah, and changed the seed inside\nHe didn't find me worthy\nHe didn't find me good\nHe authored a new creature\nWhere the old one stood\n\n[Chorus - Explosive, Full Cry]\nAs far as the rock is from the apple\nOh-ee-OH-ee, as far as the night is from the noon\nTwo seeds, two seeds, and never the same\nOne for the dark and one for the moon\nAAAH-ee-yah, don't ask me how and don't ask me why\nThe Potter holds the clay\nHe made one vessel for the morning\nAnd one for the breaking day\n\n[Bridge - Building to a wail]\nMERCY! Mercy! Not of him that wills\nEh-eh-eh, not of him that runs the hills\nMERCY! Mercy! Only of the One\nAaah-YEH-ohh, who set the seed before the sun\n\n[Final Chorus - Widest]\nAs far as the rock is from the apple\nOh-ee-OH-ee, as far as the grave is from the throne\nTwo seeds, two seeds, and never the same\nBut He came for the dark and He carried me HOME\nAAAH-ee-yah, don't ask me how and don't ask me why\nThe Potter holds the clay\nAnd He made this vessel for the morning\nAnd He kept me for the day\n\n[Extended Outro - Keening]\nTwo seeds… two seeds… oh-ee-ah…\nMercy… mercy… aaah-YEH-ohh…\nHe carried me home… he carried me home…\n","thin-places/the-keening":"[Intro - Solo Keen, Sean-nós]\nOh-ee-ah-ohh… ae-ee-ohh-aehh…\nEe-yah-ohh… aaah-ee-yah…\n\n[Verse 1 - mournful, low]\nI have stood at the graveside\nWith the rain on my face\nI have asked the grey heavens\nOh-ee-ah, for a word, for a trace\nAnd the keen rose up in me\nLike the women of old\nWho wailed for the fallen\nIn the wind and the cold\n\n[Chorus - Full Keening Cry]\nOh, I'll keen, I'll KEEN\nAe-ee-ohh, for the world that is breaking\nFor the curse and the thorn\nAnd the long night of aching\nBut I will not curse the morning\nOh-ee-OH-ee, or the Hand on the loom\nFor the One who counts the sparrows\nIs the One inside the tomb\n\n[Verse 2 - mournful, low]\nSovereignty won't dry it\nThis water on my cheek\nHe wept at the grave of Lazarus\nOh-ee-ah, the strong One, for the weak\nSo I'll grieve and I will grieve\nBut not as those with no light\nThe bitterness can leave me\nBut the love won't leave the night\n\n[Chorus - Full Keening Cry]\nOh, I'll keen, I'll KEEN\nAe-ee-ohh, for the world that is breaking\nFor the curse and the thorn\nAnd the long night of aching\nBut I will not curse the morning\nOh-ee-OH-ee, or the Hand on the loom\nFor the One who counts the sparrows\nIs the One inside the tomb\n\n[Bridge - Ancient, the Old Word]\nCaoineadh, caoineadh, ae-ee-ohh, the old word for the cry\nHeld in the Hand that hung the sky\nNot abandoned, not alone\nAaah-YEH-ohh, the keen goes up to a Father's throne\n\n[Final Chorus - Widest, Cathartic]\nSo I'll keen, I'll KEEN\nOh-ee-OH-ee, but the dark isn't winning\nThe wail is a prayer\nAnd the end's a beginning\nAnd I will not curse the morning\nAAAH-ee-yah, for the curse is undone\nBy the One who wept beside me\nAnd the rising of the Son\n\n[Extended Outro - Keening, Fading]\nCaoineadh… caoineadh… oh-ee-ah-ohh…\nAe-ee-ohh… the rising of the Son…\nAaah-ee-yah… not as those with no light…\n","thin-places/the-calling":"[Verse 1 - hushed, almost spoken]\nI was dead on the road, I was cold as the stone\nNo pulse in the faith, no will of my own\nI couldn't reach up and I couldn't decide\n(mmm) there was no spark of wanting left alive\n\n[Verse 2 - hushed, building]\nThey told me to choose, they told me to try\nTo open a door that was sealed from inside\nBut a dead man can't answer an offer or call\nOhh-ee-ah… I had no hand to lift at all\n\n[Chorus - EXPLOSIVE, Full Cry]\nThen He SPOKE, and the grave came undone\nAAAH-ee-yah, Lazarus, come, and the dead man could run\nNot an offer, not a deal, not a plea at the door\nOh-ee-OH-ee, He called me by name and I lived once more\n\n[Verse 3 - hushed, building]\nIt wasn't my reaching, it wasn't my prayer\nIt was Life itself walking into the air\nThe Voice that made light say let there be sight\nOhh-ee-ah… and the application layer came alive that night\n\n[Chorus - EXPLOSIVE, Full Cry]\nThen He SPOKE, and the grave came undone\nAAAH-ee-yah, Lazarus, come, and the dead man could run\nNot an offer, not a deal, not a plea at the door\nOh-ee-OH-ee, He called me by name and I lived once more\n\n[Bridge - Driving]\nEffectual, effectual, eh-eh-eh, the call that does\nWhat no invitation ever does\nHe doesn't ask the dead to rise\nAaah-YEH-ohh, He raises them, He opens eyes\n\n[Final Chorus - Widest]\nSo He SPOKE, and the grave came undone\nAAAH-ee-yah, dead man, come, and the cold could run\nNot because I wanted, not because I tried\nOh-ee-OH-ee, He called me by name and the man came ALIVE\n\n[Extended Outro - Keening]\nHe called me by name… oh-ee-ah…\nLazarus, come… aaah-YEH-ohh…\nAnd the dead man came alive… came alive…\n","thin-places/the-wandering-saint":"[Verse 1 - driving]\nColumba pushed the coracle\nOut from the only home he knew\nSaid the call was on the water\nOh-ee-ah, and the tribe would not come too\nFor the camp had drawn its borders\nAnd the gate had named its price\nBut the Caller doesn't bargain\nAnd the wind don't roll the dice\n\n[Pre-Chorus - urgent]\nAe-ee-ohh-aehh… the salt is on the air,\nOh-ee-ah-ohh… and the deep is everywhere\n\n[Chorus - Driving Cry]\nSo I'm sailing, oh-ee-OH-ee, I'm sailing\nPast the harbor of the known\nWith the fence line at my back now\nAnd the deep ahead, my own\nThey can keep the walls they're building\nAAAH-ee-yah, they can keep the keys they sold\nI would rather drift with Jesus\nThan be safe inside the fold\n\n[Verse 2 - driving]\nEvery prophet got the same map\nOut the door and down the years\nOut beyond the approval\nOh-ee-ah, out beyond the sneers\nAnd the shunning was the sending\nThough they meant it for my harm\nThe Author wrote the exile\nAs an open, sending arm\n\n[Chorus - Driving Cry]\nSo I'm sailing, oh-ee-OH-ee, I'm sailing\nPast the harbor of the known\nWith the fence line at my back now\nAnd the deep ahead, my own\nThey can keep the walls they're building\nAAAH-ee-yah, they can keep the keys they sold\nI would rather drift with Jesus\nThan be safe inside the fold\n\n[Bridge - Rowing Chant]\nRow, row, eh-eh-eh, the salt and the spray\nLeave the camp and the keys and the cage\nRow, row, oh-ee-OH, He's making a way\nOut past the gatekeeper's rage\n\n[Final Chorus - Widest]\nSo I'm sailing, oh-ee-OH-ee, I'm sailing\nAnd the harbor's far behind\nWith the wide sea of His mercy\nAnd the fence out of my mind\nLet them keep the walls they're building\nAAAH-ee-yah, let them keep the keys they sold\nI am drifting home with Jesus\nAnd His arms are the only fold\n\n[Extended Outro - Keening]\nRow, row… oh-ee-ah… past the gatekeeper's rage…\nAe-ee-ohh… I'm sailing, I'm sailing…\nAaah-ee-yah… His arms are the only fold…\n","thin-places/from-the-womb":"[Intro - soft hum]\nMmm… ahh-ee… mmm… ohh-ee-ah…\n\n[Verse 1 - tender, intimate]\nBefore the world was wakened\nBefore the stars were strung\nHe was thinking of you, little one\n(ahh-ee) before your song was sung\nNot a thought that came in passing\nNot a name He chanced to find\nYou were written in the morning\nOf the everlasting Mind\n\n[Chorus - gentle, warm]\nFrom the womb He established you\nOhh-ee-ah, from before the first of days\nYou were never an accident\nYou were authored, you were praised\nSleep now, little wonder\n(mmm) you were loved before the light\nThe Hand that holds the heavens\nHolds your cradle in the night\n\n[Verse 2 - tender, intimate]\nHe did not borrow Adam's ledger\nHe did not need a middle man\nHe bent down to the dust Himself\n(ahh-ee) and He breathed you in His plan\nEvery hair the Father numbered\nEvery breath the Spirit gave\nYou're a thought of God in motion\nFrom the cradle to the grave\n\n[Chorus - gentle, warm]\nFrom the womb He established you\nOhh-ee-ah, from before the first of days\nYou were never an accident\nYou were authored, you were praised\nSleep now, little wonder\n(mmm) you were loved before the light\nThe Hand that holds the heavens\nHolds your cradle in the night\n\n[Bridge - hushed, the single swell]\nHush, hush, ahh-ee, the dark is kind\nYou were dreamed in a loving Mind\nHush, hush, ohh-ee-ah, you're wanted here\nYou were chosen, you were near\n\n[Final Chorus - tender, lifting once]\nFrom the womb He established you\nOhh-ee-ah, and He'll keep you to the end\nYou were never an accident\nYou were authored, little friend\nSleep now, little wonder\n(mmm) you were loved before the light\nThe Hand that holds the heavens\nHolds your cradle through the night\n\n[Outro - soft hum, fading]\nMmm… ahh-ee… you were loved before the light…\nOhh-ee-ah… sleep now, little wonder…\n","thin-places/the-bridegrooms-table":"[Verse 1 - bright, building]\nThere's a wedding at the end of it\nThe longest love come due\nAnd the Bridegroom's been preparing\nOh-ee-ah, a place, a feast, for you\nNot a metaphor, a marriage\nNot a shadow, but a Bride\nAnd the covenant we tasted here\nGoes on the other side\n\n[Pre-Chorus - lifting]\nAe-ee-ohh-aehh… the lamps are burning bright,\nOh-ee-ah-ohh… and the table's set tonight\n\n[Chorus - Joyous Cry]\nCome to the table, oh-ee-OH-ee, come to the feast\nCome from the greatest, come from the least\nThe wine is poured and the lamps are lit\nAnd the Bridegroom's at the head of it\nEvery covenant of love\nAAAH-ee-yah, that the grave seemed to dissolve\nHe keeps it, for He wastes no love\nAt the table of the Lamb\n\n[Verse 2 - bright, building]\nAnd the ones who ate alone here\nAnd the ones the world forgot\nGet the warmest seat beside Him\nOh-ee-ah, where the cold can reach them not\nFor the marriage that He authored\nDoesn't end the way we feared\nThe bicycle was traded for the wings\nAnd the Bridegroom drew near\n\n[Chorus - Joyous Cry]\nCome to the table, oh-ee-OH-ee, come to the feast\nCome from the greatest, come from the least\nThe wine is poured and the lamps are lit\nAnd the Bridegroom's at the head of it\nEvery covenant of love\nAAAH-ee-yah, that the grave seemed to dissolve\nHe keeps it, for He wastes no love\nAt the table of the Lamb\n\n[Bridge - Dancing Reel]\nDance, dance, la-la-lee, the long night's done\nOh-ee-OH, the Bride is home, the two are one\nDance, dance, aaah-YEH-ohh, the feast is wide\nAnd no gatekeeper guards this side\n\n[Final Chorus - Widest, Fullest]\nSo come to the table, oh-ee-OH-ee, come to the feast\nCome from the greatest, come from the least\nThe wine is poured and the lamps are lit\nAnd we're seated at the head of it\nEvery covenant of love\nAAAH-ee-yah, that we thought the grave dissolved\nHe kept it, for He wastes no love\nAt the table of the Lamb\n\n[Extended Outro - Joyous Keening]\nDance, dance… la-la-lee… the two are one…\nOh-ee-ah… He wastes no love…\nAaah-YEH-ohh… at the table of the Lamb…\n","before-the-light/before-the-light":"[INTRO]\nBefore the dark had edges\nBefore the deep had a floor\n\n[VERSE 1]\nBefore the first of mornings\nBefore a star was lit\nThere was a Mind already turning\nAnd somehow I was in it\nNo sun to cast a shadow\nNo sky to hold a name\nBut You were already loving me\nBefore the daylight came\n\n[PRE-CHORUS]\nAnd the nothing wasn't empty\nYou were already there\n\n[CHORUS]\nBefore the light, You loved me\nBefore the world was warm\nBefore the dawn had risen\nI was wanted, I was sworn\nYou didn't find me later\nYou didn't change Your mind\nI was Yours before the morning\nI was chosen before time\n\n[VERSE 2]\nYou didn't pick me looking\nAt anything I'd be\nNo good of mine to lean on\nNo light in me to see\nYou loved the darker version\nThe one that wasn't bright\nAnd then You leaned into the silence\nAnd called me out as light\n\n[CHORUS]\nBefore the light, You loved me\nBefore the world was warm\nBefore the dawn had risen\nI was wanted, I was sworn\nYou didn't find me later\nYou didn't change Your mind\nI was Yours before the morning\nI was chosen before time\n\n[BRIDGE]\nOlder than the sunrise\nOlder than the sea\nThe oldest thing about me\nIs that You wanted me\n\n[FINAL CHORUS]\nBefore the light, You loved me\nBefore the world was warm\nBefore the dawn had risen\nI was wanted, I was sworn\nYou didn't find me later\nYou didn't change Your mind\nI was Yours before the morning\nI was loved before the time\n","before-the-light/the-agreement":"[VERSE 1]\nBefore there was a Tuesday\nBefore there was a why\nThree voices in the timeless\nMade a promise that won't die\nThe Father said, I give them\nThe Son said, I will go\nThe Spirit said, I'll seal them\nAnd the deal was struck below no roof at all\n\n[CHORUS]\nIt was settled, it was sworn\nBefore a single day was born\nMy name was in the language\nOf an everlasting word\nNot a gamble, not a guess\nNot a maybe, not unless\nThe Three had already saved me\nBefore the saving could be heard\n\n[VERSE 2]\nI never signed the paper\nI was never in the room\nBut the One who is three Persons\nMade a covenant through the gloom\nWhere freewillers see a courtroom\nAnd a deal that I could break\nThe framework finds a promise\nThat the Promiser would keep, for His own sake\n\n[CHORUS]\nIt was settled, it was sworn\nBefore a single day was born\nMy name was in the language\nOf an everlasting word\nNot a gamble, not a guess\nNot a maybe, not unless\nThe Three had already saved me\nBefore the saving could be heard\n\n[BRIDGE]\nWhat love agrees in private\nAnd tells you years too late\nThe rescue was decided\nWhile you were still a thought, a date\n\n[FINAL CHORUS]\nIt was settled, it was sworn\nBefore a single day was born\nMy name was in the language\nOf an everlasting word\nNot a gamble, not a guess\nNot a maybe, not unless\nThe Three had already saved me\nAnd the saving holds, the saving holds\n","before-the-light/before-i-was":"[VERSE 1]\nBefore my mother held me\nBefore my heart had a beat\nYou knew the boy I'd grow to\nDown to the dust on his feet\nYou read me like a story\nYou'd already chosen to write\nYou knew my name in the dark\nBefore there was a morning light\n\n[CHORUS]\nBefore I was, You knew me\nBefore I breathed, I was known\nEvery page of all my members\nYou had written, You had sewn\nI am not a happy accident\nA coin that landed true\nBefore I was a body\nI was a thought of You\n\n[VERSE 2]\nYou weren't surprised to find me\nYou'd seen the whole reel through\nThe Author never wonders\nWhat His own pen's going to do\nSo when I feel forgotten\nLike a face the world walked past\nThe One who knew me first\nIs the One whose knowing lasts\n\n[CHORUS]\nBefore I was, You knew me\nBefore I breathed, I was known\nEvery page of all my members\nYou had written, You had sewn\nI am not a happy accident\nA coin that landed true\nBefore I was a body\nI was a thought of You\n\n[BRIDGE]\nYou knew me, You knew me\nBefore there was a me to know\nAnd nothing I become\nCan make You love me more or let me go\n\n[FINAL CHORUS]\nBefore I was, You knew me\nBefore I breathed, I was known\nEvery page of all my members\nYou had written as Your own\nI am not a happy accident\nA coin that landed true\nBefore I was a body\nI was a thought of You\n","made-of-light/made-of-light":"[Verse 1]\nBefore the morning had a name\nBefore the dark had something to compare\nHe held a thought too bright to frame\nAnd let it open in the empty air\nNo hammer and no spinning wheel\nJust a Mind that meant for me to be\nHe didn't build the world to feel\nHe thought it, and the thinking set it free\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd there was light, there was light\nSpilling out the seams of the night\nEvery star a word He kept in mind\nEvery atom small and unconfined\nI'm not an accident in flight\nI'm a thought He's thinking, made of light\nMade of light\n\n[Verse 2]\nI used to think that I was stone\nA speck that wandered out here on its own\nBut nothing here is on its own\nThe quiet hum is carrying me home\nHe says my name and there I am\nHe pictures me and suddenly it's true\nI am a candle in His hand\nA little flame inside a sky of blue\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd there was light, there was light\nSpilling out the seams of the night\nEvery star a word He kept in mind\nEvery atom small and unconfined\nI'm not an accident in flight\nI'm a thought He's thinking, made of light\nMade of light\n\n[Bridge]\nIf He stopped thinking, I'd be gone\nBut He won't, He won't, so the morning carries on\nNot held together by a chain\nBut by a love that thought me up and knows my name\n\n[Final Chorus]\nSo let there be light, let there be light\nI'll glow because He says that I'm alright\nHe never once will look away\nI'm a thought He's thinking, and I'm here to stay\nMade of light\nMade of light\n","made-of-light/hum-of-the-render":"[Verse 1]\nThere's a sound beneath the silence\nToo low for ears to find\nA steady kind of holding\nLike the breathing of a Mind\nThe mountains think they're standing\nThe oceans think they're free\nBut it's all one gentle current\nAnd the current runs through me\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's the hum, the hum of the render\nEvery second spoken new\nHe's not watching from a distance\nHe is thinking me on through\nNot a clockwork left to tick alone\nNot a stone He set and let it spin\nIt's the hum, the hum of the render\nAnd I'm safe inside the din\n\n[Verse 2]\nA deist God walks out the door\nAnd leaves the lights to burn\nBut mine has never left the room\nHe holds each frame in turn\nIf His attention flickered\nFor the smallest part of night\nThe stars would lose their footing\nAnd I'd vanish out of sight\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's the hum, the hum of the render\nEvery second spoken new\nHe's not watching from a distance\nHe is thinking me on through\nNot a clockwork left to tick alone\nNot a stone He set and let it spin\nIt's the hum, the hum of the render\nAnd I'm safe inside the din\n\n[Bridge]\nSo I'll fall asleep unworried\nWhile the universe is sung\nI am kept by the One who never tires\nI am living in His lung\n\n[Outro]\nIt's the hum, the hum of the render\nCarrying me on\nIt's the hum, the hum of the render\nAnd the morning carries on\n","made-of-light/particle-and-wave":"[Verse 1]\nThey split a beam of tiny light\nTo catch it in the act\nIt danced when no one watched it\nAnd it settled when they cracked\nA wave until you looked at it\nA dot beneath your eye\nThe whole world waits on being seen\nAnd I think I know why\n\n[Chorus]\nParticle and wave\nSinging what the Watcher gave\nIt only turns to solid ground\nThe moment that it's truly found\nI'm a flicker, I'm a maybe\nTill His eyes are on my face\nThen I'm real, then I'm real\nRendered into time and space\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe smartest men get nervous\nWhen the numbers start to glow\nThe deeper down they tunnel\nThe more it looks like info\nNot marbles in a vacuum\nBut a message in the seams\nA reader and a written world\nA universe that dreams\n\n[Chorus]\nParticle and wave\nSinging what the Watcher gave\nIt only turns to solid ground\nThe moment that it's truly found\nI'm a flicker, I'm a maybe\nTill His eyes are on my face\nThen I'm real, then I'm real\nRendered into time and space\n\n[Bridge]\nObserve me, Lord, and make me sure\nCollapse my fog into the clear\nI was never very solid\nTill I knew that You were here\n\n[Final Chorus]\nParticle and wave\nSinging what the Watcher gave\nIt only turns to solid ground\nThe moment that it's truly found\nNot a flicker, not a maybe\nNow His eyes are on my face\nI am real, I am real\nRendered into time and space\n","made-of-light/a-billion-little-suns":"[Verse 1]\nI drove out past the city glow\nTo where the dark gets honest\nCut the engine, tipped my head\nAnd made the sky a promise\nI'd stop pretending I was big\nI'd let the bigness win\nAnd every pinprick overhead\nCame pouring softly in\n\n[Chorus]\nA billion little suns\nAnd He calls them out by name\nNot one of them forgotten\nNot a flicker out of frame\nAnd if He keeps a billion suns\nFrom falling out of place\nThen surely, surely, surely\nHe is holding up my face\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe atheist looks up and shrinks\nAnd feels like no one's there\nBut I look up and somehow\nI have never felt more cared\nThe same hand flinging galaxies\nIs the hand that combs my hair\nImmense became a lullaby\nThe night became a prayer\n\n[Chorus]\nA billion little suns\nAnd He calls them out by name\nNot one of them forgotten\nNot a flicker out of frame\nAnd if He keeps a billion suns\nFrom falling out of place\nThen surely, surely, surely\nHe is holding up my face\n\n[Bridge]\nSo small, so small, so small\nAnd so completely known\nThe God who hung the heavy stars\nCame down to call me His own\n\n[Final Chorus]\nA billion little suns\nAnd He calls them out by name\nNot one of them forgotten\nNot a flicker out of frame\nAnd if He keeps a billion suns\nFrom falling out of place\nThen surely, surely, surely\nHe is holding up my face\nHe is holding up my face\n","made-of-light/pixels-of-eden":"[Verse 1]\nThis world is beautiful and torn\nA photograph that's faded at the crease\nLike someone turned the color down\nThe day the garden lost its peace\nI think we're running low-resolution\nThorns where there were none\nA render dimmed on purpose\nTill the better world is done\n\n[Chorus]\nThese are the pixels of Eden\nA picture half the size\nA glimpse of something brighter\nHiding just behind our eyes\nHe didn't trash the canvas\nHe turned the dial down\nBut the resolution's coming\nWhen He hands me my new crown\n\n[Verse 2]\nSo don't despise the aching\nIt's the proof there's something more\nYou don't grieve a thing as broken\nUnless you've seen what it was for\nThe static and the sorrow\nAre a screen about to clear\nThe Artist isn't finished\nAnd the upgrade's drawing near\n\n[Chorus]\nThese are the pixels of Eden\nA picture half the size\nA glimpse of something brighter\nHiding just behind our eyes\nHe didn't trash the canvas\nHe turned the dial down\nBut the resolution's coming\nWhen He hands me my new crown\n\n[Bridge]\nHigher, higher, sharper, true\nRealer than the world I knew\nNot escaping into mist\nBut waking where the colors kissed\n\n[Final Chorus]\nThese are the pixels of Eden\nA picture half the size\nBut the resolution's coming\nWhen I open up my eyes\nHe didn't trash the canvas\nHe only turned it down\nAnd the colors are returning\nWhen He hands me my new crown\n","made-of-light/spoken":"[Verse 1]\nHe didn't strain, He didn't sweat\nHe didn't carve it out of clay\nHe only had to say a word\nAnd there was suddenly a day\nThe Word was first, before the dust\nBefore a single thing was here\nA voice inside the nothing\nAnd the nothing learned to hear\n\n[Chorus]\nI was spoken\nNot a guess and not a roll\nHe said me into being\nEvery atom, every soul\nThe Logos leaned in close\nAnd the darkness understood\nHe spoke, and I was standing\nHe spoke, and it was good\n\n[Verse 2]\nSo if a word could make a star\nA word can hold me when I shake\nI'm not a thing that happened\nI'm a sentence He won't break\nThe mouth that named the morning\nKnows the syllables of me\nAnd what He says, He finishes\nWhat He speaks, will always be\n\n[Chorus]\nI was spoken\nNot a guess and not a roll\nHe said me into being\nEvery atom, every soul\nThe Logos leaned in close\nAnd the darkness understood\nHe spoke, and I was standing\nHe spoke, and it was good\n\n[Bridge]\nSay it again, say it again\nThe word that lit the very first of men\nSay my name into the void\nAnd watch me come alive\n\n[Final Chorus]\nI was spoken\nNot a guess and not a roll\nHe said me into being\nEvery atom, every soul\nThe Logos leaned in close\nAnd the darkness understood\nHe spoke, and I am standing\nHe spoke, and it is good\n","made-of-light/counting-hairs-and-galaxies":"[Verse 1]\nHe keeps a ledger of the stars\nA number for the foam upon the sea\nAnd on the very same clean page\nHe wrote the count of every hair on me\nYou'd think a God that big\nWould lose the small things in the glare\nBut the One who measured oceans\nMeasured every breath of air\n\n[Chorus]\nCounting hairs and galaxies\nWith the same unhurried hand\nThe far-off and the close-in\nBoth are written in His plan\nThere is nothing here too tiny\nThere is nothing here too far\nHe is mindful of a sparrow\nAnd He's mindful of who you are\n\n[Verse 2]\nI used to think importance\nWas a thing I had to earn\nThat the universe was busy\nAnd would never take a turn\nBut He bends down to the cradle\nAnd He bends down to the grave\nAnd the bigness of His mercy\nIs the bigness of His save\n\n[Chorus]\nCounting hairs and galaxies\nWith the same unhurried hand\nThe far-off and the close-in\nBoth are written in His plan\nThere is nothing here too tiny\nThere is nothing here too far\nHe is mindful of a sparrow\nAnd He's mindful of who you are\n\n[Bridge]\nSo whisper, you don't have to shout\nThe God of the immense leans down to hear it out\nYou're a speck and you're a treasure\nBoth at once, and that's alright\n\n[Outro]\nCounting hairs and galaxies\nCounting hairs and galaxies\nThe far-off and the close-in\nHeld in the very same hand\n","made-of-light/dream-in-his-head":"[Verse 1]\nI had it backwards all along\nI thought that this was solid and the rest was just a song\nBut the realest thing there is\nIs the Mind that's dreaming this\nAnd I am sleeping somewhere safe\nInside a kinder world than I can name\nA dream that doesn't fade at dawn\nA dream that knows my frame\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm a dream in His head\nAnd it's better than awake\nNot a fever, not a shadow\nNot a thing that He could shake\nHe is dreaming something gentle\nHe is dreaming something good\nAnd when I open up my eyes\nI'll be standing where He stood\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe cynic calls it foolish\nThat a world could be a thought\nBut he can't explain the sunrise\nOr the wonder that he's caught\nI'd rather be a dream of God\nThan an accident of mud\nI'd rather be imagined\nBy a Mind that's made of love\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm a dream in His head\nAnd it's better than awake\nNot a fever, not a shadow\nNot a thing that He could shake\nHe is dreaming something gentle\nHe is dreaming something good\nAnd when I open up my eyes\nI'll be standing where He stood\n\n[Bridge]\nDream me kindly through the night\nDream me out into the light\nAnd when the dreaming turns to morning\nLet me wake up in Your sight\n\n[Outro]\nI'm a dream in His head\nAnd it's better than awake\nAnd when I open up my eyes\nI'll be standing where He stood\n","made-of-light/the-long-light-year":"[Verse 1]\nThe light I'm seeing left its star\nA thousand years before I came to be\nIt traveled through the empty cold\nTo land tonight inside the eye of me\nI only get one frame at once\nA single tick, a single mile\nBut He is standing outside time\nAnd sees the whole of it, and smiles\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's a long, long light year\nAnd I walk it one day deep\nBut He's already at the ending\nOf the path I'm trying to keep\nI am crawling through the minutes\nHe is holding all the reel\nThe future isn't scary\nWhen the Filmmaker is real\n\n[Verse 2]\nSo I don't have to see the end\nTo trust the hand that drew the start\nHe read the final chapter\nThen He wrote it on my heart\nThe waiting feels like wandering\nBut the wandering is scored\nEvery frame already finished\nIn the patience of the Lord\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's a long, long light year\nAnd I walk it one day deep\nBut He's already at the ending\nOf the path I'm trying to keep\nI am crawling through the minutes\nHe is holding all the reel\nThe future isn't scary\nWhen the Filmmaker is real\n\n[Bridge]\nWay out there the light still flies\nWay back here it fills my eyes\nAnd the God of both the distance\nIs the God who dries my eyes\n\n[Outro]\nIt's a long, long light year\nBut I'm not walking it alone\nHe's already at the ending\nHe's already, already home\n","made-of-light/static-and-stars":"[Verse 1]\nTurn the dial to the in-between\nAnd you'll hear the oldest sound\nA whisper from the first of days\nStill humming all around\nThey call it cosmic static\nJust the echo of the spark\nBut I think it's a signature\nHe left across the dark\n\n[Chorus]\nStatic and stars\nFingerprints on everything that's far\nYou can read it like a name\nIn the noise and in the flame\nHe was here, He is here\nWritten into how things are\nYou're surrounded by His evidence\nIn the static and the stars\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe skeptic wants a quiet sky\nThat doesn't point above\nBut every wavelength testifies\nAnd every law is love\nThere is no neutral hilltop\nWhere the proof comes marching by\nThe proof is in the seeing\nAnd He has to lend the eye\n\n[Chorus]\nStatic and stars\nFingerprints on everything that's far\nYou can read it like a name\nIn the noise and in the flame\nHe was here, He is here\nWritten into how things are\nYou're surrounded by His evidence\nIn the static and the stars\n\n[Bridge]\nOpen up my deafened ears\nLet me hear it after years\nThe hum was always speaking\nHe was singing through the spheres\n\n[Final Chorus]\nStatic and stars\nFingerprints on everything that's far\nI can read it like a name\nIn the noise and in the flame\nHe was here, He is here\nWritten into how things are\nAnd I'm surrounded by His evidence\nIn the static and the stars\n","made-of-light/the-lights-came-on":"[Verse 1]\nI lived a long time in a house\nWith every window painted black\nI called the darkness normal\n'Cause I never knew a crack\nNo argument could reach me\nNo good reason turned me 'round\nI was sleeping in the basement\nAnd I never heard a sound\n\n[Chorus]\nThen the lights came on\nAnd I didn't flip the switch\nOne day the dark was over\nAnd the whole house started lit\nI didn't earn the morning\nI didn't pray it down\nHe just walked in like an owner\nAnd He turned the power on\nThe lights came on\n\n[Verse 2]\nI can't take credit for the dawn\nIt came before I asked\nThe wanting was the waking\nAnd the waking came so fast\nFirst the room, then the wonder\nThen the tears I couldn't place\nHe'd already flipped the breaker\nBefore I saw His face\n\n[Chorus]\nThen the lights came on\nAnd I didn't flip the switch\nOne day the dark was over\nAnd the whole house started lit\nI didn't earn the morning\nI didn't pray it down\nHe just walked in like an owner\nAnd He turned the power on\nThe lights came on\n\n[Bridge]\nRoot access to the deepest room\nOnly His to hold\nHe rewrote me in the basement\nMade the frozen wiring gold\n\n[Final Chorus]\nThen the lights came on\nAnd I didn't flip the switch\nOne day the dark was over\nAnd the whole house started lit\nI didn't earn the morning\nI didn't pray it down\nHe just walked in like an owner\nAnd He turned the power on\nThe lights came on\n","made-of-light/brighter-than-i-dreamed":"[Verse 1]\nOne day I'll close these dimming eyes\nAnd open up a sharper pair\nThe colors that I've never seen\nWere waiting for me there\nNot floating off as vapor\nNot a ghost without a name\nBut fuller, firmer, realer\nWith a body it won't shame\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd it's brighter than I dreamed\nBrighter than the best of here\nEvery good thing was a postcard\nOf a country drawing near\nThe render finally finished\nEvery pixel set aflame\nHe kept the highest resolution\nFor the morning that I came\nBrighter than I dreamed\n\n[Verse 2]\nThere's a table that is waiting\nAnd a light that has no west\nThere's a face I'll see in fullness\nAnd a name upon my chest\nThe wonder I've been chasing\nIn the static and the spark\nWas a rumor of the sunrise\nAlways glowing through the dark\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd it's brighter than I dreamed\nBrighter than the best of here\nEvery good thing was a postcard\nOf a country drawing near\nThe render finally finished\nEvery pixel set aflame\nHe kept the highest resolution\nFor the morning that I came\nBrighter than I dreamed\n\n[Bridge]\nNo more glass and no more guessing\nNo more guarding what's behind\nFully seen and fully wanted\nBy the Author and the kind\n\n[Final Chorus]\nSo it's brighter than I dreamed\nAnd the dreaming wasn't wrong\nHe was always going somewhere\nHe was always writing the song\nThe little lights will gather\nWhere the one great Light became\nAnd I'll be brighter than I dreamed\nWhen He finally says my name\nMade of light\nMade of light\n","hand-it-down/held-by-the-mind":"[Verse 1]\r\nBefore the morning had a name,\r\nBefore the stars were strung,\r\nA Mind was thinking all that is,\r\nAnd held it on His tongue.\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nNo clock the Lord wound up to spin,\r\nNo engine left to run,\r\nHe thinks the world from breath to breath,\r\nThe thinking is not done.\r\n\r\n[Verse 3]\r\nHe thought me into where I sit,\r\nHe thinks me where I rise,\r\nNot far away across a gulf,\r\nBut closer than my eyes.\r\n\r\n[Verse 4]\r\nThe grave will lose its grip on me,\r\nThe Mind that holds me now\r\nWill think the resurrection through,\r\nAnd raise me from the ground.\r\n\r\n[Verse 5]\r\nSo sing it plain, the saints of God,\r\nAnd sing it through the years,\r\nWe were not lost, we are not gone,\r\nWe're held within the Mind.","hand-it-down/in-him-we-live":"[Verse 1]\nI used to think You stood far off,\nA gulf I had to cross,\nI built a bridge that would not hold,\nAnd then I knew the loss.\n\n[Chorus]\nIn Him we live, in Him we move,\nIn Him we have our home,\nThere never was a gulf at all,\nWe never walked alone.\n\n[Verse 2]\nPaul stood that day on Athens' hill,\nAnd spoke the verse out plain,\nThe Lord is not far off, my friends,\nBut near in joy and pain.\n\n[Chorus]\nIn Him we live, in Him we move,\nIn Him we have our home,\nThere never was a gulf at all,\nWe never walked alone.\n\n[Verse 3]\nAnd so when I begin to doubt,\nHe has not stepped away,\nThe room I'm in, He thinks the room,\nHe thinks me where I stay.\n\n[Chorus]\nIn Him we live, in Him we move,\nIn Him we have our home,\nThere never was a gulf at all,\nWe never walked alone.\n\n[Verse 4]\nSo sing it plain, the saints of God,\nWe were not built to roam,\nWe stand inside the very Mind,\nThat gives us breath and home.\n\n[Chorus]\nIn Him we live, in Him we move,\nIn Him we have our home,\nThere never was a gulf at all,\nWe never walked alone.\n","hand-it-down/my-crooked-is-my-own":"[Verse 1]\nI came in crooked, born askew,\nA nature bent and worn,\nBut that crook never came from him,\nThe first man in the morn.\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe prophet wrote it plain enough,\nA long time back, you'll find:\nThe son shall not bear up the load,\nThe father left behind.\n\n[Verse 3]\nThe Author thought me as I am,\nHe thought my bent and bone,\nAnd every sin I ever sinned,\nWas mine and mine alone.\n\n[Verse 4]\nHe did not need a federal head,\nNo stand-in for my plea,\nHe spoke me as a thought direct,\nAnd thinks me into me.\n\n[Verse 5]\nAnd if my sin is mine and mine,\nThen so is His own grace,\nNot borrowed from a borrowed Lord,\nBut poured upon my face.\n\n[Verse 6]\nSo sing it plain, the saints of God,\nWe carry our own load,\nBut Christ has borne it on the tree,\nAnd walks us up the road.\n","hand-it-down/he-bore-the-wrath-not-the-will":"[Verse 1]\nThe Father made the sinless Son\nTo be our very sin,\nThe verse is plain in Paul's own hand,\nThe wrath was laid on Him.\n\n[Verse 2]\nHe bore the shame His people earned,\nHe bore their grief and groan,\nHe bore the wrath of God Almighty,\nAnd bore it all alone.\n\n[Verse 3]\nBut here we hold the careful line,\nAnd we must hold it still:\nHe bore the cost of sin in full,\nHe never bore the will.\n\n[Verse 4]\nHe bore the wrath, He did not rage,\nHe bore the shame, not pride,\nHis will stayed bowed before the Lord\nUntil the day He died.\n\n[Verse 5]\nAnd so we sing the gospel plain,\nWith care for what we say:\nHe bore the wrath, He did not bear\nThe will that turns away.\n\n[Verse 6]\nAnd though they call it heresy,\nAnd lay their measure down,\nThe Book itself will speak the truth,\nAnd keep us safe and sound.\n","hand-it-down/the-verdict-in-the-decree":"[Verse 1]\nThe verdict came before the world,\nBefore there was a sun,\nBefore the gavel ever fell,\nThe trial had been won.\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe charge was real, the charge was true,\nThe sinner had no plea,\nBut God Himself was Judge that day,\nAnd looked at Calvary.\n\n[Verse 3]\nHe counted us as righteous, friend,\nBecause His Son was slain,\nHe looked at Calvary and said,\nThe verdict will remain.\n\n[Verse 4]\nAnd here is something stranger still,\nThat you must hold in view:\nThe verdict was not given new,\nThe whole long ages through.\n\n[Verse 5]\nHe saw me free, He saw me clean,\nBefore the world began,\nHe saw the Lamb who bore my sin,\nAnd held me in His plan.\n\n[Verse 6]\nSo sing it plain, the saints of God,\nThe verdict is not late,\nIt came before the world began,\nAnd love will hold its weight.\n","hand-it-down/christ-is-the-rule":"[Verse 1]\r\nThe law was given by the Lord,\r\nA pedagogue to bear,\r\nUntil the Lord Himself came down,\r\nAnd freed us from its care.\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nChrist is the rule, the law has gone,\r\nThe schoolmaster is done,\r\nThe standard of the saint today\r\nIs Jesus Christ alone.\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nWe died to law when Christ was killed,\r\nWe rose to Him alone,\r\nThe constable that ruled our flesh\r\nNo longer holds his own.\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nChrist is the rule, the law has gone,\r\nThe schoolmaster is done,\r\nThe standard of the saint today\r\nIs Jesus Christ alone.\r\n\r\n[Verse 3]\r\nThe love of Christ constrains us now,\r\nThat's all the rule we need,\r\nWe do not live by stone-cut codes,\r\nBut by the Spirit's seed.\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nChrist is the rule, the law has gone,\r\nThe schoolmaster is done,\r\nThe standard of the saint today\r\nIs Jesus Christ alone.\r\n\r\n[Verse 4]\r\nSo if a man would lay the law\r\nUpon a Christian's brow,\r\nTell him the schoolmaster has gone,\r\nAnd Christ has bought us now.\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nChrist is the rule, the law has gone,\r\nThe schoolmaster is done,\r\nThe standard of the saint today\r\nIs Jesus Christ alone.","hand-it-down/two-or-three":"[Verse 1]\r\nYou do not need a steeple high,\r\nA nameplate or a bell,\r\nWhere two or three are gathered up,\r\nThe Lord is there to dwell.\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nJust two or three, just two or three,\r\nThat's where the Lord is found,\r\nNot in the steeple, not the stone,\r\nHe stands where saints are bound.\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nYou do not need a hall of stone,\r\nA pulpit or a square,\r\nWhere two or three are gathered up,\r\nThe Author meets them there.\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nJust two or three, just two or three,\r\nThat's where the Lord is found,\r\nNot in the steeple, not the stone,\r\nHe stands where saints are bound.\r\n\r\n[Verse 3]\r\nA husband and his weary wife,\r\nA widow and her friend,\r\nTwo saints across a kitchen table,\r\nThat's church, beginning to end.\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nJust two or three, just two or three,\r\nThat's where the Lord is found,\r\nNot in the steeple, not the stone,\r\nHe stands where saints are bound.\r\n\r\n[Verse 4]\r\nSo if the camp will let you in,\r\nOr if it shuts the door,\r\nThe Lord will meet you anywhere,\r\nWhere two or three or more.\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nJust two or three, just two or three,\r\nThat's where the Lord is found,\r\nNot in the steeple, not the stone,\r\nHe stands where saints are bound.","hand-it-down/open-the-page":"[Verse 1]\nYou do not need a council's vote\nTo know the Word is true,\nThe Author signed it long ago,\nAnd signs it still for you.\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe Word reads you before you read,\nIt speaks the heart you hide,\nNo bishop's pen can give it weight,\nThe Lord stands at your side.\n\n[Verse 3]\nThe simple soul who opens it\nWill find the truth alight,\nNo degree is required, no chair,\nThe Spirit gives the sight.\n\n[Verse 4]\nThe councils ratified the books\nThey could not lift one breath,\nThe fire was burning in those pages\nLong, long before their death.\n\n[Verse 5]\nSo open up the page, dear soul,\nAnd let the Author speak,\nHe needs no middleman to sign,\nThe simple find Him meek.\n","hand-it-down/the-cross-at-the-middle":"[Verse 1]\nThey drew me up a chart of time,\nWith dispensations stacked,\nBut when I read the Hebrews through,\nThe chart began to crack.\n\n[Chorus]\nThe cross is in the middle, friend,\nThe middle of one tale,\nOne Author writes from start to end,\nThe cross will never fail.\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe seventy weeks were never split,\nAcross the rolling years,\nThe Anointed One was cut off, friend,\nAnd answered all our fears.\n\n[Chorus]\nThe cross is in the middle, friend,\nThe middle of one tale,\nOne Author writes from start to end,\nThe cross will never fail.\n\n[Verse 3]\nThe church is not a side road, friend,\nA parenthesis of grace,\nThe church is in the middle plan,\nThe Lord has built His place.\n\n[Chorus]\nThe cross is in the middle, friend,\nThe middle of one tale,\nOne Author writes from start to end,\nThe cross will never fail.\n\n[Verse 4]\nSo take the chart down off the wall,\nAnd lift your eyes instead,\nThe cross is in the middle, friend,\nThe cross gives us our bread.\n\n[Chorus]\nThe cross is in the middle, friend,\nThe middle of one tale,\nOne Author writes from start to end,\nThe cross will never fail.\n","hand-it-down/old-as-the-lamb":"[Verse 1]\nBefore the world had taken shape,\nBefore there was a sun,\nThe Lamb was slain in God's own mind,\nThe work was good as done.\n\n[Verse 2]\nNot for the crowd, not for the world,\nBut for His sheep alone,\nThe Lamb was slain for every name\nThe Father called His own.\n\n[Verse 3]\nParticular and personal,\nThe Lamb who knew the flock,\nHe named us in the book of life,\nBefore the world's first clock.\n\n[Verse 4]\nOld as the Lamb, old as the Lamb,\nAnd older than the sun,\nThe covenant of His own blood,\nBefore the world was spun.\n\n[Verse 5]\nSo if you trust the slain One, friend,\nYour name was on His mind,\nBefore the morning of the world,\nHe thought you and He signed.\n\n[Verse 6]\nSo sing it plain, the saints of God,\nWe were not chance or whim,\nThe Lamb was slain before the world,\nAnd our names were on Him.\n","hand-it-down/at-the-door-of-death":"[Verse 1]\nThe Lord is at the door, dear soul,\nThe night is closing near,\nBut you who trusted Christ Himself\nWill have no need to fear.\n\n[Verse 2]\nHe went down to the grave Himself,\nHe knows the path you tread,\nHe is with you in your dying,\nHe is the Lamb who bled.\n\n[Verse 3]\nThe verdict has already come,\nYou stand among the free,\nThe blood that bought you bought you whole,\nYou're His eternally.\n\n[Verse 4]\nSo close your eyes, the dawn is near,\nThe morning is ahead,\nThe same Lord who has held you here\nWill raise you from the dead.\n\n[Verse 5]\nThe body fails, the eyes grow dim,\nThe breath begins to fade,\nThe Lord who thought you into life\nHas held you and has stayed.\n\n[Verse 6]\nAnd on the other side, dear soul,\nThe Lamb will speak your name,\nYour face unveiled before the throne,\nYou stand outside of shame.\n\n[Verse 7]\nSo this is not a parting, friend,\nIt is a being known,\nThe same Lord who has held you here\nWill hold you on the throne.\n","hand-it-down/where-we-gather":"[Verse 1]\nWe have no roof to call our own,\nNo nameplate, no parade,\nBut where two saints meet up to pray,\nA church is being made.\n\n[Chorus]\nWhere we gather, where we gather,\nThe Lord is in the room,\nWhere we gather, where we gather,\nA church begins to bloom.\n\n[Verse 2]\nA kitchen table can suffice,\nA porch will do as well,\nThe Lord meets up with where we are,\nNot where the buildings dwell.\n\n[Chorus]\nWhere we gather, where we gather,\nThe Lord is in the room,\nWhere we gather, where we gather,\nA church begins to bloom.\n\n[Verse 3]\nThe campless saints with no roof, friend,\nHave not been left alone,\nThe Lord has gathered them in fields,\nAnd calls the field His own.\n\n[Chorus]\nWhere we gather, where we gather,\nThe Lord is in the room,\nWhere we gather, where we gather,\nA church begins to bloom.\n\n[Verse 4]\nSo gather up where you can find\nA saint or two to pray,\nA church is where the two are sat\nAnd lift their voice to say.\n\n[Chorus]\nWhere we gather, where we gather,\nThe Lord is in the room,\nWhere we gather, where we gather,\nA church begins to bloom.\n","hand-it-down/hand-it-down":"[Verse 1]\nThe saints before us sang these tunes,\nThey taught them to our young,\nAnd when they could not sing them more,\nTheir children's children sung.\n\n[Chorus]\nHand it down, hand it down,\nThe hymn from mouth to mouth,\nHand it down, hand it down,\nFrom the north and from the south.\n\n[Verse 2]\nA hymn is not a thing we own,\nIt's something that we keep,\nWe hand it forward to our young,\nThen lay us down to sleep.\n\n[Chorus]\nHand it down, hand it down,\nThe hymn from mouth to mouth,\nHand it down, hand it down,\nFrom the north and from the south.\n\n[Verse 3]\nThen hand it to the youngest child\nWho's barely learned to speak,\nAnd hand it to the dying saint\nWhose voice is growing weak.\n\n[Chorus]\nHand it down, hand it down,\nThe hymn from mouth to mouth,\nHand it down, hand it down,\nFrom the north and from the south.\n\n[Verse 4]\nThe songs we sing were not our own,\nThe Author wrote them through,\nAnd every verse we hand along,\nHe hands along to you.\n\n[Chorus]\nHand it down, hand it down,\nThe hymn from mouth to mouth,\nHand it down, hand it down,\nFrom the north and from the south.\n\n[Verse 5]\nSo sing it loud, the saints of God,\nAnd sing it for the field,\nAnd when your singing turns to rest,\nThen hand it down, and yield.\n\n[Chorus]\nHand it down, hand it down,\nThe hymn from mouth to mouth,\nHand it down, hand it down,\nFrom the north and from the south.\n","highway-from-hell/highway-from-hell":"[Verse 1]\nI was born in the dust with a verdict on my head,\nBorn running for the cliff with my eyes shut tight.\nI was paying the toll and counting up the years,\nSinging along to the song with my hands full of fear.\nI was driving in the wind right past the warning sign,\nWith a swagger and a six-string and a bottle of wine.\nI had the playlist loud and the windows blown out wide,\nOn the road that ends in a burning countryside.\n\n[Pre-chorus]\nBut the Lamb came down to the asphalt that night,\nWith a hand on my shoulder and the dawn in His light.\nHe said, \"Step off, son, the bill has been paid,\nYou're not driving where these wheels were laid.\"\n\n[Chorus]\nHIGHWAY - FROM HELL!\nI'm walking the OTHER way!\nHIGHWAY - FROM HELL!\nThe Lamb paid the toll today!\nHe bore the SHAME at the Skull!\nHe bore the FIRE for me!\nHIGHWAY - FROM HELL!\nAnd I'm walking FREE!\n\n[Verse 2]\nNow the road is behind me and the sun's coming up,\nThere's a feast already set and a fresh-poured cup.\nThere's a city up ahead with the gates flung wide,\nAnd the Lamb who bled is the One inside.\nI'm not climbing out, brother, I am being led,\nThe covering is His and the shame is dead.\nI was made of the dirt, I was bound for the burn,\nBut He wore the uncover - that's my whole return.\n\n[Pre-chorus]\nNow the Lamb's hand is on me and the dawn is real,\nAnd the road runs out where the bells will peal.\nHe said, \"Step off, son, the bill has been paid,\nYou're not driving where these wheels were laid.\"\n\n[Chorus]\nHIGHWAY - FROM HELL!\nI'm walking the OTHER way!\nHIGHWAY - FROM HELL!\nThe Lamb paid the toll today!\nHe bore the SHAME at the Skull!\nHe bore the FIRE for me!\nHIGHWAY - FROM HELL!\nAnd I'm walking FREE!\n\n[Final Chorus]\nHIGHWAY - FROM HELL!\nI'm walking the OTHER way!\nHIGHWAY - FROM HELL!\nThe Lamb paid the toll today!\nHIGHWAY - FROM HELL!\nHe bore the SHAME at the Skull!\nHIGHWAY - FROM HELL!\nHe bore the FIRE for me!\nHIGHWAY - FROM HELL!\nHe took the road I was on,\nHIGHWAY - FROM HELL!\nAnd I'm walking HOME!\nHIGHWAY - FROM HELL!\nHIGHWAY - FROM HELL!\nAnd I'm walking FREE!\n","highway-from-hell/hells-bells-theirs-were-fake":"[Verse 1]\nYou sang along to bells that never rang for real,\nYou danced to thunder painted on a vinyl deal.\nThe boys in black were selling you a costume scare,\nThe actual bells were waiting in the upper air.\nThe fire they made for movie sets and stadium nights\nWas nothing like the fire in the prophet's sights.\nThe hell they sold was hell that you could laugh away,\nThe hell that's coming has no laugh and has no stay.\n\n[Pre-chorus]\nBut the bell is real, and the bell will ring,\nAnd the dead will hear what the prophets sing.\nDaniel saw the shame and the contempt,\nAnd the costume comes off in the moment unkempt.\n\n[Chorus]\nHELLS BELLS - THEIRS WERE FAKE!\nTHESE ones ring for the souls awake!\nHELLS BELLS - REAL TONIGHT!\nThe covering goes, and the soul is bright!\nThe Lamb is the bell for His own!\nThe Lamb is the throne for His own!\nHELLS BELLS - THEIRS WERE FAKE!\nAnd the real ones - won't break!\n\n[Verse 2]\nThey sold you brimstone like a costume from a store,\nA souvenir of darkness you could keep and store.\nThe Author keeps the actual ledger on the shelf,\nAnd the bell that's coming is not the bell of self.\nThe contempt is everlasting, says the prophet's word,\nThe abhorring is the felt thing when the gaze is heard.\nThe uncovered standing in the undiverted light -\nThat's the bell. That's the ringing. That's the night.\n\n[Pre-chorus]\nAnd the bell is real, and the bell will ring,\nAnd the dead will hear what the prophets sing.\nDaniel saw the shame and the contempt,\nAnd the costume comes off in the moment unkempt.\n\n[Chorus]\nHELLS BELLS - THEIRS WERE FAKE!\nTHESE ones ring for the souls awake!\nHELLS BELLS - REAL TONIGHT!\nThe covering goes, and the soul is bright!\nThe Lamb is the bell for His own!\nThe Lamb is the throne for His own!\nHELLS BELLS - THEIRS WERE FAKE!\nAnd the real ones - won't break!\n\n[Final Chorus]\nHELLS BELLS - THEIRS WERE FAKE!\nTHESE ones ring for the souls awake!\nHELLS BELLS - REAL TONIGHT!\nThe covering goes, and the soul is bright!\nHELLS BELLS - FOR THE LOST!\nHELLS BELLS - THE FINAL COST!\nHELLS BELLS - FOR HIS OWN!\nThe Lamb is the bell - and the throne!\nHELLS BELLS - THEIRS WERE FAKE!\nAnd the real ones - won't break!\n","highway-from-hell/the-lamb-took-the-shame":"[Verse 1]\nHe hung there naked in the middle of the day,\nThe sky went black and the people turned away.\nThey cast their lots for the clothes He used to wear,\nAnd the Father's gaze came down without a tear of care.\nThe covering was stripped, the costume torn in two,\nThe Author of the world stood under what He knew.\nHe took the uncover that was meant for me to know,\nAnd every face I would have shown - He showed.\n\n[Pre-chorus]\nAnd the joy that was set before Him kept Him there,\nDespising the shame, He breathed the heavy air.\nHe held the gaze the prophet said would burn -\nHe held it for His own, and He would not turn.\n\n[Chorus]\nTHE LAMB - TOOK THE SHAME!\nThe cover was Him - and the cover was the same!\nTHE LAMB - TOOK THE FIRE!\nThe bell rang for Him - and it lifted me higher!\nHe bore what the books would have rendered to me!\nHe bore what the throne would have seen and would be!\nTHE LAMB - TOOK THE SHAME!\nAnd I'll never - hear my name!\n\n[Verse 2]\nEvery prophet who described the day of wrath\nWas writing what He carried on the Roman path.\nDaniel saw the contempt and Isaiah saw the worm,\nAnd He felt it on a Friday when the earth confirmed.\nThe fire that the framework names as felt-uncovered light\nCame down on Him alone in the middle of the night.\nHe bore the rendering - the books were ripped to Him,\nAnd the page that would have shamed me - went black at the brim.\n\n[Pre-chorus]\nAnd the joy that was set before Him kept Him there,\nDespising the shame, He breathed the heavy air.\nHe held the gaze the prophet said would burn -\nHe held it for His own, and He would not turn.\n\n[Chorus]\nTHE LAMB - TOOK THE SHAME!\nThe cover was Him - and the cover was the same!\nTHE LAMB - TOOK THE FIRE!\nThe bell rang for Him - and it lifted me higher!\nHe bore what the books would have rendered to me!\nHe bore what the throne would have seen and would be!\nTHE LAMB - TOOK THE SHAME!\nAnd I'll never - hear my name!\n\n[Final Chorus]\nTHE LAMB - TOOK THE SHAME!\nThe cover was Him - and the cover was the same!\nTHE LAMB - TOOK THE FIRE!\nThe bell rang for Him - and it lifted me higher!\nTHE LAMB - TOOK THE BOOKS!\nHe erased the page my filmstrip would have shook!\nTHE LAMB - TOOK THE THRONE!\nAnd the Father's smile - made me His own!\nTHE LAMB - TOOK THE SHAME!\nAnd I'll never - hear my name!\n","highway-from-hell/stripped":"[Verse 1]\nThere was a covering once, there was a robe of skin,\nThere was a borrowed name, there was a costume in.\nThere were the words that the religious tongues had said,\nThere were the prayers the moralists had prayed in dread.\nBut the throne came down and the glass came down,\nAnd the rendering ran without the costume around.\nThe robe was paper. The name was on loan.\nThe page was rendered. They stood there alone.\n\n[Pre-chorus]\nAnd the gaze that the elect saw as the sun -\nWas the gaze the uncovered could not outrun.\nSame Father. Same throne. Same light.\nThe covering was the difference between glory and night.\n\n[Chorus]\nSTRIPPED! STRIPPED!\nThe robe was a rumor and the rumor slipped!\nSTRIPPED! STRIPPED!\nThe page was rendered and the soul was stripped!\nThe fire is the gaze without the covering on!\nThe fire is the Father and the costume gone!\nSTRIPPED! STRIPPED!\nEvery covering they wove - was stripped!\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe pastor had a robe of forty years of light,\nThe moralist had a robe of every Sunday night.\nThe decision-day man had a robe of raised hands,\nThe tribe had a robe of the gatekeeper's stand.\nAnd every robe was paper at the rendering hour,\nAnd every covering folded at the Father's power.\nOnly one robe held - the Lamb's woven blood,\nAnd the rest were ash before the Father's flood.\n\n[Pre-chorus]\nAnd the gaze that the elect saw as the sun -\nWas the gaze the uncovered could not outrun.\nSame Father. Same throne. Same light.\nThe covering was the difference between glory and night.\n\n[Chorus]\nSTRIPPED! STRIPPED!\nThe robe was a rumor and the rumor slipped!\nSTRIPPED! STRIPPED!\nThe page was rendered and the soul was stripped!\nThe fire is the gaze without the covering on!\nThe fire is the Father and the costume gone!\nSTRIPPED! STRIPPED!\nEvery covering they wove - was stripped!\n\n[Final Chorus]\nSTRIPPED! STRIPPED!\nThe robe was a rumor and the rumor slipped!\nSTRIPPED! STRIPPED!\nThe page was rendered and the soul was stripped!\nSTRIPPED! STRIPPED!\nThe Father's gaze and the costume ripped!\nSTRIPPED! STRIPPED!\nThe pastor and the prophet of the tribe were stripped!\nSTRIPPED! STRIPPED!\nEvery covering they wove - was stripped!\n","highway-from-hell/burn-with-the-light":"[Verse 1]\nThe preacher had the books and he had every page,\nHe had the doctrines down and he had the stage.\nHe named the wolves and he kept the gate held tight,\nHe pronounced the verdicts every Sunday night.\nHe had the most light and he had the smallest love,\nHe stacked the proof texts and he barred the dove.\nHe spent forty years declaring who was in,\nAnd every sermon was a filmstrip he was rendering.\n\n[Pre-chorus]\nAnd the more light a man held, the more the books will show,\nAnd the more contempt he poured, the more the throne will know.\nTyre got the lesser sentence than Bethsaida did,\nSodom got the lesser than the gatekeeper's kid.\n\n[Chorus]\nBURN WITH THE LIGHT!\nWhat you knew is the fuel of the night!\nBURN WITH THE LIGHT!\nThe most you held - is the most you'll fight!\nThe pastor with the pulpit and the proof and the page,\nCarries the heaviest filmstrip to the stage!\nBURN WITH THE LIGHT!\nThe light he held becomes the bite!\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe theologian Holloway quoted in his prime\nBears a sorer weight at the rendering time.\nThe seminary head who taught the gate the move\nStands with a longer scroll than any he could prove.\nThe watchman with the binoculars who never planted bread,\nCarries the contempt the unchurched widow shed.\nThe light was given to walk the wounded sheep -\nThe light withheld is the light that will not sleep.\n\n[Pre-chorus]\nAnd the more light a man held, the more the books will show,\nAnd the more contempt he poured, the more the throne will know.\nTyre got the lesser sentence than Bethsaida did,\nSodom got the lesser than the gatekeeper's kid.\n\n[Chorus]\nBURN WITH THE LIGHT!\nWhat you knew is the fuel of the night!\nBURN WITH THE LIGHT!\nThe most you held - is the most you'll fight!\nThe pastor with the pulpit and the proof and the page,\nCarries the heaviest filmstrip to the stage!\nBURN WITH THE LIGHT!\nThe light he held becomes the bite!\n\n[Final Chorus]\nBURN WITH THE LIGHT!\nWhat you knew is the fuel of the night!\nBURN WITH THE LIGHT!\nThe most you held - is the most you'll fight!\nBURN WITH THE LIGHT!\nForty years of pulpit becomes the bite!\nBURN WITH THE LIGHT!\nThe contempt you poured is the contempt you'll write!\nBURN WITH THE LIGHT!\nAnd the gate you kept - is the gate that bit!\n","highway-from-hell/one-highway-two-coverings":"[Verse 1]\nTwo men stood at the rendering and the glass came down,\nSame Father, same throne, same sound.\nOne man wore the Lamb and the wearing held,\nThe other wore the costume of the names he spelled.\nThe covered man saw the gaze and called it home,\nThe uncovered saw the same gaze and called it foam.\nSame light. Same presence. Same hour.\nDifferent covering. Different firmware. Different power.\n\n[Pre-chorus]\nThe framework names what the prophets always said,\nOne reality rendered, two outcomes spread.\nThe Father did not change His face for either one,\nThe face changed nothing - the covering had been done.\n\n[Chorus]\nONE HIGHWAY - TWO COVERINGS!\nOne God - and only one He brings!\nONE HIGHWAY - TWO ROBES!\nOne worn from the Lamb and one woven from the lobes!\nThe gaze is the same and the gaze never moves!\nThe covering is the only thing the soul behooves!\nONE HIGHWAY - TWO COVERINGS!\nAnd only one cover - lets the soul sing!\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe pastor and the addict at the same throne stood,\nSame sun on their faces, same wind, same wood.\nThe pastor in his pulpit-robe of forty years\nFelt the robe burn off in the rendering tears.\nThe addict in his vomit had the Lamb's blood on\nHis paper-thin and dying frame at the rising dawn.\nSame Father, same gaze, same fire.\nThe covering of the addict was the higher.\n\n[Pre-chorus]\nThe framework names what the prophets always said,\nOne reality rendered, two outcomes spread.\nThe Father did not change His face for either one,\nThe face changed nothing - the covering had been done.\n\n[Chorus]\nONE HIGHWAY - TWO COVERINGS!\nOne God - and only one He brings!\nONE HIGHWAY - TWO ROBES!\nOne worn from the Lamb and one woven from the lobes!\nThe gaze is the same and the gaze never moves!\nThe covering is the only thing the soul behooves!\nONE HIGHWAY - TWO COVERINGS!\nAnd only one cover - lets the soul sing!\n\n[Final Chorus]\nONE HIGHWAY - TWO COVERINGS!\nOne God - and only one He brings!\nONE HIGHWAY - TWO ROBES!\nOne worn from the Lamb and one woven from the lobes!\nONE HIGHWAY - ONE LIGHT!\nThe same gaze - glory or night!\nONE HIGHWAY - ONE FATHER!\nThe covering decides what the rendering will gather!\nONE HIGHWAY - TWO COVERINGS!\nAnd only one cover - lets the soul sing!\n","highway-from-hell/the-voice-like-thunder":"[Intro - cold, no band; rapid single-note alternating-picked figure high on the B string, climbing; low crowd chant building under it]\nThunder... Thunder... Thunder... Thunder...\n(guitar climbs, tension stacks, band crashes in)\n\n[Verse 1]\nIt rolled in low off the eastern dark,\nA sound the grave could not sleep through.\nThe mountains bowed and the sea pulled back,\nThe sky tore open clean in two.\nHe spoke one word and the pillars shook,\nThe dead stood up in the cold hard ground.\nNo second road, no second look,\nWhen the glory came thundering down.\n\n[Pre-chorus]\nSame throne, same fire, same light -\nOne voice over the years -\nThe covered stand upright,\nThe naked disappear.\n\n[Chorus - GANG VOCAL]\nTHUNDER! (Thunder!)\nOff the mercy seat -\nTHUNDER! (Thunder!)\nHe's coming for His sheep -\nThe God of glory thundereth, the trumpet splits the sky!\nHidden in the Lamb or standing in His eye -\nTHUNDERSTRUCK!\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe kings of the earth ran for the stone,\nBegged the rocks to hide their shame.\nThe Lamb came riding on a throne,\nAnd every tongue confessed the name.\nNo camp to join, no card to show,\nNo gate but blood would let them through.\nThe same wide light the angels know\nBurned the false and crowned the true.\n\n[Pre-chorus]\nSame throne, same fire, same light -\nOne voice over the years -\nThe covered stand upright,\nThe naked disappear.\n\n[Chorus - GANG VOCAL]\nTHUNDER! (Thunder!)\nOff the mercy seat -\nTHUNDER! (Thunder!)\nHe's coming for His sheep -\nThe God of glory thundereth, the trumpet splits the sky!\nHidden in the Lamb or standing in His eye -\nTHUNDERSTRUCK!\n\n[Guitar Solo - 16 bars, Angus Young blues-pentatonic in B, building]\n\n[Final Chorus - DOUBLE, gang vocals stacked higher]\nTHUNDER! (Thunder!)\nOff the mercy seat -\nTHUNDER! (Thunder!)\nHe's coming for His sheep -\nThe God of glory thundereth, the trumpet splits the sky!\nHidden in the Lamb or standing in His eye -\nTHUNDERSTRUCK!\n(Thunder! Thunder!)\nStruck down, struck through -\nTHUNDER! THUNDER!\nThe old world's coming due -\nThe voice that made the morning is the voice that ends the night!\nCovered in His blood or naked in the light -\nTHUNDERSTRUCK!\n\n[Outro - riff out, gang chant fading]\nThunder... Thunder... Thunder...\n","highway-from-hell/the-books-were-opened":"[Verse 1]\nThere's a filmstrip running in the Father's mind,\nEvery frame is rendered and every frame's signed.\nPsalm 139 named the book the prophets always knew,\nEvery member written before the dawn was due.\nAnd the Day comes when the books are opened wide,\nAnd the filmstrip plays without a place to hide.\nEvery word every moment every shade of the years\nIs rendered at full resolution through the rendering tears.\n\n[Pre-chorus]\nAnd the books were opened says the prophet of the throne,\nAnd the dead were judged out of what the books had shown.\nThe elect have the Lamb between the page and the gaze,\nThe uncovered have no covering on the rendering days.\n\n[Chorus]\nTHE BOOKS - WERE OPENED!\nThe filmstrip is real and the page is the token!\nTHE BOOKS - WERE OPENED!\nThe Author who wrote it sets the seal unbroken!\nThe covering of the Lamb hides the elect from the page!\nThe uncovered stand naked on the rendering stage!\nTHE BOOKS - WERE OPENED!\nAnd the verdict in the books - was spoken!\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe framework reads the throne with the rendering eye,\nThe Author who wrote the frames will play them by.\nOperational idealism gave the metaphor a floor,\nThe book is not a figure - the book is the score.\nEvery word the gatekeeper hurled at the lost\nPlays back at full resolution at the rendering cost.\nEvery word the saint spoke softly to the wound\nPlays back at full resolution as the rendered tune.\n\n[Pre-chorus]\nAnd the books were opened says the prophet of the throne,\nAnd the dead were judged out of what the books had shown.\nThe elect have the Lamb between the page and the gaze,\nThe uncovered have no covering on the rendering days.\n\n[Chorus]\nTHE BOOKS - WERE OPENED!\nThe filmstrip is real and the page is the token!\nTHE BOOKS - WERE OPENED!\nThe Author who wrote it sets the seal unbroken!\nThe covering of the Lamb hides the elect from the page!\nThe uncovered stand naked on the rendering stage!\nTHE BOOKS - WERE OPENED!\nAnd the verdict in the books - was spoken!\n\n[Final Chorus]\nTHE BOOKS - WERE OPENED!\nThe filmstrip is real and the page is the token!\nTHE BOOKS - WERE OPENED!\nThe Author who wrote it sets the seal unbroken!\nTHE BOOKS - WERE OPENED!\nThe frame and the moment and the line are spoken!\nTHE BOOKS - WERE OPENED!\nThe covering of the Lamb is the only one unbroken!\nTHE BOOKS - WERE OPENED!\nAnd the verdict in the books - was spoken!\n","highway-from-hell/gehenna":"[Intro - 4-bar atmospheric, distant fire crackling and wind, low drone, drums kick in at bar 3]\r\n\r\n[Verse 1]\r\nSouth of Jerusalem the valley still remains,\r\nWhere Ahaz burned his children in the lurid flames.\r\nWhere Manasseh did the same and the prophets cried,\r\nWhere the kings of Judah passed their children through the fire and died.\r\nBy the time of Christ the place was the city's dump,\r\nWhere the refuse of the nation took the burning lump.\r\nAnd the rabbis called it Gehenna and the word it gave\r\nWas the cultural shame of Israel's deepest grave.\r\n\r\n[Pre-chorus]\r\nAnd when Jesus said the word it had a place in mind,\r\nNot a metaphor for somewhere the philosophers could find.\r\nA specific valley. A specific shame. A specific fire.\r\nThe eschatology was geography the prophets did require.\r\n\r\n[Chorus - GANG VOCAL]\r\nGEHENNA! GEHENNA!\r\nThe valley of the shame and the fire that won't be sterner!\r\nGEHENNA! GEHENNA!\r\nThe dump of the nation - and the warning of the learner!\r\nThe place where the children were given to the flame!\r\nThe place where the refuse of the city took its name!\r\nGEHENNA! GEHENNA!\r\nAnd the Lord spoke the word - and named the burner!\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nThe framework reads the prophet without the Greek mist,\r\nThe framework names the substance with the closed fist.\r\nGehenna was not a metaphor for a state of mind,\r\nGehenna was a coordinate the Author had assigned.\r\nThe eschatological reality the valley pre-figured\r\nIs the felt reality the uncovered have configured.\r\nThe fire is the shame, the shame is the gaze,\r\nAnd the dump south of Salem was a flame for the days.\r\n\r\n[Pre-chorus]\r\nAnd when Jesus said the word it had a place in mind,\r\nNot a metaphor for somewhere the philosophers could find.\r\nA specific valley. A specific shame. A specific fire.\r\nThe eschatology was geography the prophets did require.\r\n\r\n[Chorus - GANG VOCAL]\r\nGEHENNA! GEHENNA!\r\nThe valley of the shame and the fire that won't be sterner!\r\nGEHENNA! GEHENNA!\r\nThe dump of the nation - and the warning of the learner!\r\nThe place where the children were given to the flame!\r\nThe place where the refuse of the city took its name!\r\nGEHENNA! GEHENNA!\r\nAnd the Lord spoke the word - and named the burner!\r\n\r\n[Guitar Solo - 16 bars, Angus Young slow blues-pentatonic in D minor, sustained, mournful, building]\r\n\r\n[Final Chorus - DOUBLE, gang vocals stacked higher, fire sounds underneath]\r\nGEHENNA! GEHENNA!\r\nThe valley of the shame and the fire that won't be sterner!\r\nGEHENNA! GEHENNA!\r\nThe dump of the nation - and the warning of the learner!\r\nGEHENNA! GEHENNA!\r\nA coordinate, not a costume - and not a learner!\r\nGEHENNA! GEHENNA!\r\nThe Lord spoke the place - and named the burner!\r\nGEHENNA! GEHENNA!\r\nAnd the page of the prophet - is the page of the burner!\r\n\r\n[Outro - 4-bar slow riff to fade, fire crackling continues, fades last]","highway-from-hell/the-feast-was-the-answer":"\n[Intro - 4-bar melodic single-string riff in G major with bluesy slide accents, drums kick in soft at bar 3]\n\n[Verse 1]\nAfter all the bells and after all the smoke,\nAfter all the rendering and the costume broke,\nAfter all the books were opened and the page was read,\nAfter all the verdicts on the living and the dead,\nThere was a table set with fat things and aged wine,\nAnd a Father who had wiped the tears from every line.\nAnd the Lamb who bore the shame was the One at the head,\nAnd the bread was the bread that the prophets always said.\n\n[Pre-chorus]\nAnd the table was wider than the apparatus knew,\nAnd the company was wider than the gatekeepers drew.\nThe hymn-singers and the addicts and the simple poor\nSat at the elbow of the apostles I would have ignored.\n\n[Chorus - GANG VOCAL, open and melodic, almost hymn-like]\nTHE FEAST - WAS THE ANSWER!\nThe diagnosis was in service of the dancer!\nTHE FEAST - WAS THE ANSWER!\nThe wrath made the room - and the wine was the cancer!\nThe Lamb at the head and the saints at the chair!\nThe widow and the writer and the addict were there!\nTHE FEAST - WAS THE ANSWER!\nAnd the door of the room - was the answer!\n\n[Verse 2]\nMary Sutcliffe was harmonizing in the choir,\nHer husband was conducting and the band was higher.\nDanny Mercer was eating bread with his mother's hand,\nThe young writer was laughing with the saints of the land.\nThe free-willers I would have argued in the life before\nWere laughing with the Calvinists I had cursed at the door.\nThe framework I had labored at had served its end,\nAnd the end of the framework was the Lamb as friend.\n\n[Pre-chorus]\nAnd the table was wider than the apparatus knew,\nAnd the company was wider than the gatekeepers drew.\nThe hymn-singers and the addicts and the simple poor\nSat at the elbow of the apostles I would have ignored.\n\n[Chorus - GANG VOCAL]\nTHE FEAST - WAS THE ANSWER!\nThe diagnosis was in service of the dancer!\nTHE FEAST - WAS THE ANSWER!\nThe wrath made the room - and the wine was the cancer!\nThe Lamb at the head and the saints at the chair!\nThe widow and the writer and the addict were there!\nTHE FEAST - WAS THE ANSWER!\nAnd the door of the room - was the answer!\n\n[Guitar Solo - 16 bars, Angus Young melodic blues-pentatonic in G major, singing tone, sustained warm bends, the closer-solo of the album]\n\n[Final Chorus - DOUBLE, gang vocals stacked higher, opens into hymn-like wash]\nTHE FEAST - WAS THE ANSWER!\nThe diagnosis was in service of the dancer!\nTHE FEAST - WAS THE ANSWER!\nThe wrath made the room - and the wine was the cancer!\nTHE FEAST - WAS THE TABLE!\nThe Lamb at the head and the saints in the stable!\nTHE FEAST - WAS THE WIDOWS!\nThe free-willers and the Calvinists and the addicts were the chiefs!\nTHE FEAST - WAS THE ANSWER!\nAnd the door of the room - was the answer!\n\n[Outro - 4-bar riff with sustained final chord, the bell from track 2 returns very faintly in the distance, fades]\n","sing-anyway/come-in-from-the-cold":"[Intro - bright acoustic guitar and piano, handclaps coming in, the room beginning to gather]\n\n[Chorus]\nCome in, come in from the cold,\nThere's room at the fire, there's room in the fold.\nWe did not build this house, we did not light the flame,\nHe threw the door open wide. Come in from the cold.\n\n[Verse 1 - the pewless one]\nYou with no pew left to sit in,\nYou with no name on a roll,\nThere's a light out past the fence line,\nThere's a fire, there's a fold.\n\n[Chorus]\nCome in, come in from the cold,\nThere's room at the fire, there's room in the fold.\nWe did not build this house, we did not light the flame,\nHe threw the door open wide. Come in from the cold.\n\n[Verse 2 - the cast-out one]\nYou they walked to the edge of the camp,\nYou they branded with the word,\nThere's a table they can't keep you from,\nAnd a Shepherd who has heard.\n\n[Chorus]\nCome in, come in from the cold,\nThere's room at the fire, there's room in the fold.\nWe did not build this house, we did not light the flame,\nHe threw the door open wide. Come in from the cold.\n\n[Verse 3 - the drifted one]\nYou who slipped out the back and stopped coming,\nYou who wore out and let go,\nHe kept the lamp in the window burning,\nMore than you'll ever know.\n\n[Bridge - the turn, John 6:37, the door widens to all]\nHim that cometh, He will in no wise cast out,\nNot the least, not the last, not the lost.\nThe camp shut its gate, but the Lord never has,\nAnd He has paid the whole cost.\nThis field is a church when His people sing here,\nThis cold ground is holy ground.\nHe opened the door, and He swore it stays open\nTill every last sheep is found.\n\n[Chorus x2 - the congregation full, handclaps and tambourine]\nCome in, come in from the cold,\nThere's room at the fire, there's room in the fold.\nWe did not build this house, we did not light the flame,\nHe threw the door open wide. Come in from the cold.\n\n[Outro - softer, then lifting]\nCome in from the cold,\nCome in from the cold,\nHe is filling up the house till there's no more room to hold.\nCome in from the cold.\n","sing-anyway/raise-the-song":"[Intro - a lone fiddle kicks it off, a count-in, the band ready]\n\n[Verse 1 - call the fiddle and the guitar]\nWake the fiddle up, set it singing,\nBring the flat-top guitar along,\nWe have got a reason, a risen Lord,\nAnd a field that needs a song.\n\n[Chorus]\nRaise the song, raise the song,\nLift your voice till the whole valley sings along.\nHe is worthy, He is worthy, sing it loud and strong,\nCome on, everybody, raise the song.\n\n[Verse 2 - call the banjo, the steel, the piano]\nRoll the banjo in and let it tumble,\nSet the steel to cry and ring,\nSit somebody at that old piano,\nWe are here to praise the King.\n\n[Chorus]\nRaise the song, raise the song,\nLift your voice till the whole valley sings along.\nHe is worthy, He is worthy, sing it loud and strong,\nCome on, everybody, raise the song.\n\n[Verse 3 - call the room itself]\nNow the only thing this song is missing\nIs the sound of every hand,\nSo clap them like a timbrel, stomp the floorboards,\nLet it carry through the land.\n\n[Bridge - the reason, Psalm 150, His mighty acts]\nPraise Him for His mighty acts,\nPraise Him, for He has done it all.\nHe went down to the grave for us,\nAnd He rose at the Father's call.\nHe has not left one of His own behind,\nHe has gathered every one.\nThat is the reason the fiddle and the field\nAnd the whole valley raise the song.\n\n[Chorus x2 - the whole band, the whole room]\nRaise the song, raise the song,\nLift your voice till the whole valley sings along.\nHe is worthy, He is worthy, sing it loud and strong,\nCome on, everybody, raise the song.\n\n[Outro - Psalm 150:6, building then ringing out]\nLet every thing that hath breath\nPraise Him, praise Him.\nLet every thing that hath breath\nRaise the song.\n","sing-anyway/holy-and-he-knows-my-name":"[Intro - gentle pedal steel and fiddle, an easy 3/4 sway]\n\n[Chorus - sung gently, stating who we have gathered to]\nHoly, holy, the Lord on high,\nMaker of the mountains and the morning sky.\nHigher than the heavens, and still He came,\nHoly, holy, and He knows my name.\n\n[Verse 1 - the stars]\nHe hung the stars and named them all,\nNot one of them unknown.\nAnd the God who never lost a star\nHas never lost His own.\n\n[Chorus]\nHoly, holy, the Lord on high,\nMaker of the mountains and the morning sky.\nHigher than the heavens, and still He came,\nHoly, holy, and He knows my name.\n\n[Verse 2 - the earth]\nHe weighed the mountains in His hand,\nHe measured out the sea.\nAnd the hands that hold the mountains up\nCame down and laid hold of me.\n\n[Chorus]\nHoly, holy, the Lord on high,\nMaker of the mountains and the morning sky.\nHigher than the heavens, and still He came,\nHoly, holy, and He knows my name.\n\n[Verse 3 - He authored my name]\nHe did not learn my name from me,\nHe knew it from the start.\nHe wrote it in the Lamb's own book\nAnd wrote it on His heart.\n\n[Bridge - Isaiah 57:15, the high and holy One who dwells with the lowly]\nThe high and lofty One,\nThe One whose name is Holy,\nHe dwells in the high and holy place,\nAnd He dwells with the lowly.\nHe did not stay up in the heights,\nDown to the cold He came,\nDown to a field where I stood lost,\nAnd He called me by my name.\n\n[Final Chorus]\nHoly, holy, the Lord on high,\nMaker of the mountains and the morning sky.\nHigher than the heavens, and still He came,\nHoly, holy, and He knows my name.\n\n[Outro - settling, gentle]\nHoly, holy,\nAnd He knows my name.\nHoly, holy,\nAnd He knows my name.\n","sing-anyway/nothing-left-to-pay":"[Intro - twangy Telecaster and steel, a steady confident mid-tempo groove]\n\n[Verse 1 - I came with my works]\nI came to pay with all my good,\nA lifetime of my best.\nHe said the bill was paid in full\nBefore I ever guessed.\n\n[Chorus]\nThere is nothing, nothing left to pay,\nThe debt was nailed to Calvary, it cannot reach me today.\nIt is finished, it is finished, hear the Savior say,\nThere is nothing, nothing left to pay.\n\n[Verse 2 - I came with my sorrow]\nI came to pay with all my sorrow,\nWith tears enough to drown.\nHe said the One who paid it for me\nAlready laid it down.\n\n[Chorus]\nThere is nothing, nothing left to pay,\nThe debt was nailed to Calvary, it cannot reach me today.\nIt is finished, it is finished, hear the Savior say,\nThere is nothing, nothing left to pay.\n\n[Verse 3 - I came with my religion]\nI came to pay with chapter and verse,\nWith all my doctrine right.\nHe said the Lamb was slain for me\nBefore the first day of light.\n\n[Bridge - the finished cross]\nThey stamped one word on a paid-up bill\nIn the years the Gospels came.\nIt is finished, paid in full,\nAnd nothing left to claim.\nHe cried it out from the middle tree,\nHe bowed His head and died.\nAnd the Priest who finished it forever\nSat down at the Father's side.\n\n[Chorus x2 - the whole room, full voice]\nThere is nothing, nothing left to pay,\nThe debt was nailed to Calvary, it cannot reach me today.\nIt is finished, it is finished, hear the Savior say,\nThere is nothing, nothing left to pay.\n\n[Outro]\nIt is finished,\nNothing left to pay.\nIt is finished,\nHe has cleared it all away.\n","sing-anyway/you-called-me-out-of-the-dark":"[Intro - near silence, a single low baritone guitar, the dark]\n\n[Verse 1 - the dark, the grave]\nI was lying in the dark,\nCold, and four days dead.\nNo voice on earth could reach me there,\nNo word that could be said.\n\n[Chorus]\nYou called me out of the dark,\nYou called me, and a dead man heard.\nThere was no life in me to answer,\nSo the life came riding on the word.\n\n[Verse 2 - the dead cannot rise, cannot want]\nI could not turn toward the light,\nI could not lift my head.\nThe dead don't reach for anything,\nThey cannot want it, they are dead.\n\n[Chorus]\nYou called me out of the dark,\nYou called me, and a dead man heard.\nThere was no life in me to answer,\nSo the life came riding on the word.\n\n[Verse 3 - the dead cannot even know]\nI did not know that I was lost,\nI did not know the night.\nA dead man does not miss the sun,\nHe never knew the light.\n\n[Bridge - the creative call, the build crests]\nThe same voice that said, let there be light,\nAnd split the dark in two,\nCame down to the grave where I was laid\nAnd spoke the morning through.\nHe does not call the dead to climb,\nHe calls them and they rise.\nHe calls the things that are not yet\nAs though before His eyes.\n\n[Final Chorus - full, the whole room]\nYou called me out of the dark,\nYou called me, and a dead man heard.\nThere was no life in me to answer,\nSo the life came riding on the word.\n\n[Outro - full, then settling]\nOut of the dark,\nOut of the grave,\nOut of the dark,\nBy the voice that came to save.\n","sing-anyway/counted-righteous":"[Intro - twin fiddles and steel, a warm swung mid-tempo lilt]\n\n[Chorus]\nCounted righteous, counted righteous,\nHear the gavel of the Judge above.\nIt is God Himself who justifies,\nAnd the verdict came back love.\n\n[Verse 1 - the charge]\nThe charge was read, it bore my name,\nAnd every word of it was true.\nI had no plea, I had no answer,\nNothing I could say or do.\n\n[Chorus]\nCounted righteous, counted righteous,\nHear the gavel of the Judge above.\nIt is God Himself who justifies,\nAnd the verdict came back love.\n\n[Verse 2 - the verdict]\nThen the Judge looked down and gave the verdict,\nAnd it did not match the crime.\nHe said, not guilty, counted righteous,\nClean for all of time.\n\n[Verse 3 - the verdict was not new]\nThen I learned a thing far stranger,\nThe verdict was not new.\nHe had never seen me guilty,\nThe whole long ages through.\n\n[Bridge - why it was love]\nHe did not count me righteous\nBecause He found me good.\nHe looked at me and saw His Son,\nHe saw the cross, the blood.\nThe Lamb was slain before the world,\nThe verdict sealed above.\nThat is why He never saw me lost,\nThat is why it came back love.\n\n[Final Chorus x2]\nCounted righteous, counted righteous,\nHear the gavel of the Judge above.\nIt is God Himself who justifies,\nAnd the verdict came back love.\n\n[Outro]\nCounted righteous, counted righteous,\nThe verdict came back love.\nCounted righteous, counted righteous,\nSealed in heaven up above.\n","sing-anyway/he-did-it-all":"[Intro - the freight-train rhythm kicks in, harmonica wail, handclaps]\n\n[Chorus]\nHe did it all, He did it all,\nSalvation is of the Lord.\nHe did it all, He did it all,\nFrom the first to the final word.\n\n[Verse 1 - before time]\nBefore the world was called to be,\nBefore there was a sun,\nHe set His love, He wrote my name,\nThe choosing it was done.\n\n[Chorus]\nHe did it all, He did it all,\nSalvation is of the Lord.\nHe did it all, He did it all,\nFrom the first to the final word.\n\n[Verse 2 - the cross and the call]\nHe climbed the hill and paid it all,\nHe bore the cross alone.\nHe came down to my cold, dark grave\nAnd called me from the stone.\n\n[Chorus]\nHe did it all, He did it all,\nSalvation is of the Lord.\nHe did it all, He did it all,\nFrom the first to the final word.\n\n[Verse 3 - the verdict, the keeping, the glory]\nHe counted me as righteous,\nHe holds me by the hand.\nAnd He will bring me all the way\nTo the far side of the land.\n\n[Bridge - I ran the chain and found no link of mine]\nI ran back down the line of it,\nFrom the glory to the grace,\nAnd I could not find a single link\nThat I had set in place.\nNot the calling, not the cross,\nNot the verdict, not the crown.\nHe did it all, He did it all,\nSo I lay my glory down.\n\n[Chorus x2 - full voice, handclaps, the gladdest]\nHe did it all, He did it all,\nSalvation is of the Lord.\nHe did it all, He did it all,\nFrom the first to the final word.\n\n[Outro]\nHe did it all,\nHe did it all,\nSalvation is of the Lord,\nHe did it all.\n","sing-anyway/even-here":"[Intro - a lonesome fiddle and mournful steel, spare, minor]\n\n[Verse 1 - the empty pew]\nThe pew we knew is empty now,\nThe doors we loved are sealed.\nBut the Lord did not stay locked inside,\nHe met us in the field.\n\n[Chorus]\nEven here, even here,\nWe will raise the song, for He is near.\nNot when the wound is healed,\nNot when the way is clear,\nHe is with us, even here.\n\n[Verse 2 - the silence]\nSome friends have gone as silent as the snow,\nSome names we do not hear.\nBut the Friend who sticks closer than a brother,\nHe has not moved from here.\n\n[Chorus]\nEven here, even here,\nWe will raise the song, for He is near.\nNot when the wound is healed,\nNot when the way is clear,\nHe is with us, even here.\n\n[Verse 3 - the long wait]\nThe morning we have prayed for has not come,\nThe sky has not gone gold.\nBut we will not hold the singing back,\nWe will sing it in the cold.\n\n[Bridge - Paul and Silas, and Christ in the dark]\nPaul and Silas in the prison,\nMidnight, and their feet in chains,\nThey did not wait for the doors to open,\nThey sang it through the pain.\nAnd the One we sing to in the dark,\nHe has been in the dark before.\nHe sang His way through a darker night\nAnd He opened up the door.\n\n[Final Chorus]\nEven here, even here,\nWe will raise the song, for He is near.\nNot when the wound is healed,\nNot when the way is clear,\nHe is with us, even here.\n\n[Outro]\nEven here,\nEven here.\nWe will praise You in the dark,\nEven here.\n","sing-anyway/from-the-cold-field":"[Intro - one spare acoustic guitar, minor, a lone voice, cold]\n\n[Verse 1 - the lone man, cast out, cold]\nI was standing in a cold, bare field,\nCast out, and on my own.\nNo steeple and no gathered crowd,\nJust me out there alone.\n\n[Chorus - I]\nFrom the cold field, I lift my hands,\nFrom the cold field, I sing.\nI have no roof, I have no walls,\nBut I have got a King.\n\n[Verse 2 - he lifts his hands anyway]\nSo I lifted up my empty hands,\nI had nothing else to bring.\nAnd the cold did not stop the song from coming,\nA wounded man can sing.\n\n[Chorus - I]\nFrom the cold field, I lift my hands,\nFrom the cold field, I sing.\nI have no roof, I have no walls,\nBut I have got a King.\n\n[Verse 3 - the discovery, I becomes we]\nI thought that I had been the only one,\nThe last lone voice to call.\nThen the field filled up with lifted hands,\nAnd we were not alone at all.\n\n[Bridge - Elijah's seven thousand, the cold field full of God]\nElijah thought he stood alone,\nThe last one in the land.\nGod said, I have seven thousand more\nOut there where you stand.\nThe field they drove us out into,\nThe cold and bitter sod,\nThe Lord went out that gate Himself,\nThe cold field is full of God.\n\n[Chorus - we, full and major]\nFrom the cold field, we lift our hands,\nFrom the cold field, we sing.\nWe have no roof, we have no walls,\nBut we have got a King.\n\n[Outro - major, full]\nFrom the cold field,\nWe lift our hands.\nWe were never out here on our own,\nAnd we have got a King.\n","sing-anyway/a-camp-with-no-walls":"[Intro - a clawhammer banjo and a droning modal fiddle, a steady old-time stomp]\n\n[Chorus]\nA camp with no walls, a camp with no walls,\nWherever His people sing.\nYou will not find it on a map,\nBut you will find the King.\n\n[Verse 1 - the walls are people]\nThe walls are made of people,\nPressed in close and warm.\nThe roof is just His covering\nThat holds off every storm.\n\n[Verse 2 - no door, the cornerstone]\nThere is no door to lock at night,\nThe way is always wide.\nThe cornerstone is Jesus Christ,\nAnd the camp is His own bride.\n\n[Chorus]\nA camp with no walls, a camp with no walls,\nWherever His people sing.\nYou will not find it on a map,\nBut you will find the King.\n\n[Verse 3 - no steeple, no bell]\nThere is no steeple pointing up,\nNo bell up in a tower.\nThe singing is the only bell we have,\nAnd love is all our power.\n\n[Bridge - where two or three are gathered]\nWhere two or three are gathered up,\nHe said that He is there.\nHe never said a sanctuary,\nHe never said a square.\nThe camp was always flesh and blood,\nThe brethren and the Lord.\nThey buried it in brick and stone,\nBut the church walked out the door.\n\n[Chorus]\nA camp with no walls, a camp with no walls,\nWherever His people sing.\nYou will not find it on a map,\nBut you will find the King.\n\n[Outro]\nA camp with no walls,\nA camp with no walls.\nWherever His people lift the song,\nHe is in the midst of it all.\n","sing-anyway/we-sing-through-tears":"[Intro - soft piano and a gentle weeping pedal steel, minor, tender]\n\n[Verse 1 - the empty place]\nThere is an empty place at the table now,\nA quiet where a voice would be.\nWe are not going to say it does not hurt,\nIt hurts, and the Lord can see.\n\n[Chorus]\nWe sing through tears, we sing through tears,\nWe will not wait for the grief to dry.\nThe Lord is near to the broken heart,\nSo we lift the song and cry.\n\n[Verse 2 - He keeps our tears]\nHe keeps our tears, He does not waste them,\nHe puts each one away.\nThe God who counts the falling sparrow\nCounts the tears we cry today.\n\n[Chorus]\nWe sing through tears, we sing through tears,\nWe will not wait for the grief to dry.\nThe Lord is near to the broken heart,\nSo we lift the song and cry.\n\n[Verse 3 - we do not grieve as the hopeless]\nWe do not grieve the way the hopeless grieve,\nWe know there is a shore.\nBut hope has never told us not to weep,\nIt tells us what the weeping's for.\n\n[Bridge - Jesus wept]\nThe shortest verse in all the Book\nIs two words long, and true:\nJesus wept. He stood and cried\nAt a grave He was walking to.\nHe knew that He would raise the dead,\nHe wept beside it still.\nSo if the Lord could weep in hope,\nThen so, in hope, we will.\n\n[Chorus]\nWe sing through tears, we sing through tears,\nWe will not wait for the grief to dry.\nThe Lord is near to the broken heart,\nSo we lift the song and cry.\n\n[Outro]\nWe sing through tears,\nWe sing through tears.\nThe song and the weeping\nBoth rise to His ears.\n","sing-anyway/the-country-ahead":"[Intro - bright strummed acoustic and a walking upright bass, an easy traveling gait]\n\n[Chorus]\nThere's a better country up ahead,\nAnd we are walking on.\nEvery step is closer to the door,\nAnd every mile is one less mile to dawn.\n\n[Verse 1 - the leaving]\nWe are strangers here, we are passing through,\nWe never meant to stay.\nWe did not sink our roots in this old ground,\nWe are pilgrims on our way.\n\n[Chorus]\nThere's a better country up ahead,\nAnd we are walking on.\nEvery step is closer to the door,\nAnd every mile is one less mile to dawn.\n\n[Verse 2 - the long road]\nThe road is long, the road is hard,\nAnd some have walked it lame.\nBut not one pilgrim walks it lost,\nHe calls us each by name.\n\n[Verse 3 - the country in sight]\nAnd now and then the clouds will break,\nAnd we can see it plain:\nA city with its lights turned on,\nAnd a country with no pain.\n\n[Bridge - the One who went ahead]\nThey walked their whole lives, looking on,\nThey never reached the gate.\nThey saw the country far away\nAnd waved, and would not wait.\nAnd the One who walked the road ahead of us,\nHe did not leave it bare.\nHe went to build the rooms Himself,\nHe is the country there.\n\n[Chorus x2]\nThere's a better country up ahead,\nAnd we are walking on.\nEvery step is closer to the door,\nAnd every mile is one less mile to dawn.\n\n[Outro]\nWe are walking on,\nWe are walking on,\nTo a better country up ahead,\nAnd the Lord is already home.\n","sing-anyway/then-face-to-face":"[Intro - shimmering sustained pedal steel and slow-swelling warm strings, wide and reverent]\n\n[Verse 1 - now, in part]\nRight now we see Him through a glass,\nAnd the glass is dim and old.\nWe know in part, we see in part,\nWe have only half been told.\n\n[Chorus]\nThen face to face, then face to face,\nNo more glass, no more divide.\nNo more darkly, no more in part,\nAnd nothing left to hide.\n\n[Verse 2 - now, not fully seen]\nAnd the glass runs two directions,\nFor it blocks us being seen.\nWe have hidden in our Sunday best,\nBehind the frosted screen.\n\n[Chorus]\nThen face to face, then face to face,\nNo more glass, no more divide.\nNo more darkly, no more in part,\nAnd nothing left to hide.\n\n[Verse 3 - the glass will fall]\nThe glass was never built to last,\nIt is thinning even now.\nThere is a morning it will fall away,\nAnd every head will bow.\n\n[Bridge - on that day]\nAnd on that day there is no hiding,\nAnd on that day, no need.\nFor the ones the Lamb has covered,\nThere is nothing left to dread.\nWe will see Him as He is,\nAnd be fully, finally known.\nAnd the whole field, every face unveiled,\nWill stand before the throne.\n\n[Chorus]\nThen face to face, then face to face,\nNo more glass, no more divide.\nNo more darkly, no more in part,\nAnd nothing left to hide.\n\n[Outro]\nThen face to face,\nWe will see.\nThen face to face,\nAnd finally, finally free.\n","sing-anyway/sing-anyway":"[Intro - the whole band slams in at once, fiddle and banjo and steel, handclaps, full tilt]\n\n[Chorus]\nSing anyway, sing anyway,\nWounded and glad, we sing anyway.\nHe gives a song in the darkest night,\nSo we sing anyway, sing anyway.\n\n[Verse 1 - the campless, the cast-out]\nThere's a man out in the field with no church now,\nHis hands are lifted high.\nThere's a woman that the camp threw out,\nAnd she sings it to the sky.\n\n[Chorus]\nSing anyway, sing anyway,\nWounded and glad, we sing anyway.\nHe gives a song in the darkest night,\nSo we sing anyway, sing anyway.\n\n[Verse 2 - the grieving, the waiting]\nThere's a family that has grieved a long, hard year,\nAnd they sing it through their tears.\nThere's a man still waiting on a prayer to turn,\nAnd he sings away his fears.\n\n[Chorus]\nSing anyway, sing anyway,\nWounded and glad, we sing anyway.\nHe gives a song in the darkest night,\nSo we sing anyway, sing anyway.\n\n[Verse 3 - the whole field]\nThe field is full of us from edge to edge,\nAnd every voice is raised.\nWe came out wounded, every single one,\nAnd every one gives praise.\n\n[Bridge - sorrowful, yet always rejoicing]\nSorrowful, and always rejoicing,\nThat is what the apostle said.\nWe do not wait to be made whole\nTo lift the song instead.\nFor He gives a song in the darkest night,\nHe hands it to the weak.\nAnd the wounded, scattered, singing church\nIs the church He came to seek.\n\n[Chorus x2]\nSing anyway, sing anyway,\nWounded and glad, we sing anyway.\nHe gives a song in the darkest night,\nSo we sing anyway, sing anyway.\n\n[Outro]\nSing anyway, sing anyway,\nWounded and glad, we sing anyway.\nWe sing anyway, we sing anyway,\nWe sing anyway, anyway.\n","sing-anyway/grace-and-peace":"[Intro - warm fingerpicked acoustic and soft pedal steel, hushed and close]\n\n[Chorus]\nGrace and peace, grace and peace,\nThe Lord lift up His face on you.\nGrace and peace, grace and peace,\nAnd carry every one of you on through.\n\n[Verse 1 - to the grieving]\nGrace and peace to you who came in grieving,\nWith a sorrow still not healed.\nThe Lord be near you in the dark,\nAnd the Lord be your shield.\n\n[Verse 2 - to the cast-out]\nGrace and peace to you the camp shut out,\nTo you with no pew to claim.\nThe Lord has got a field for you,\nAnd the Lord knows your name.\n\n[Chorus]\nGrace and peace, grace and peace,\nThe Lord lift up His face on you.\nGrace and peace, grace and peace,\nAnd carry every one of you on through.\n\n[Verse 3 - to the ones who carry it on]\nGrace and peace to you who sing it next,\nWhen our voices all have stilled.\nTake the song and carry it,\nThe Lord will see it filled.\n\n[Bridge - the Aaronic blessing]\nThe Lord bless you and keep you,\nThe Lord make His face to shine.\nThe grace and peace we sing to you\nWere never yours or mine.\nThey come down from the Father,\nThey come down through the Son.\nWe are only passing on the blessing\nThat the Lord has already done.\n\n[Chorus]\nGrace and peace, grace and peace,\nThe Lord lift up His face on you.\nGrace and peace, grace and peace,\nAnd carry every one of you on through.\n\n[Outro - very quiet, a sung benediction fading out]\nGrace and peace,\nGrace and peace.\nFrom the first of all our songs to the last,\nGrace and peace.\n","outside-the-camp/no-fence-holds-me":"\n[Intro - solo fingerpicked acoustic, voice entering close and plain]\nI will tell you where I'm from\nI will tell you what I'm not\nAnd then you'll know the rest of me\n\n[Verse 1 - childhood, conversational, weathered]\nI was raised in Potosi where the Ozark ground runs poor\nMy father sold the parts that kept the town's old engines turning\nI was ten years old the winter that I begged them for a screen\nAnd not a boy for fifty miles had ever seen the likes of mine\nI was on the outside then\nI just did not have the word for it yet\n\n[Chorus - the thesis, low and steady]\nNo fence holds me\nNo fence ever could\nThey drew their lines and raised them tall\nAnd I was standing on the far side of the wall\nNot because I loved to leave\nBut the truth had already left\nAnd I just went where it went\n\n[Verse 2 - conversion and the camps]\nGrace hit me like a freight train when I was twenty-five\nIt changed the whole of how I think and I have never wanted back\nBut every house that held it had a fence around the yard\nA list of what to say, a list of where a man should stop\nI could not stop where they stopped\nSo I never could move in\n\n[Chorus]\nNo fence holds me\nNo fence ever could\nThey drew their lines and raised them tall\nAnd I was standing on the far side of the wall\nNot because I loved to leave\nBut the truth had already left\nAnd I just went where it went\n\n[Verse 3 - the present, plain]\nNow I live in eastern Kentucky with the only love I've known\nI built a little website in the corner of a room\nI have published thirty years from there and no man gave me leave\nI never asked the gate one time for what the gate would keep\n\n[Bridge - the defense, quiet and firm]\nThey will say a man with no camp is a man who would not bow\nBut I bowed low to the text until the text walked me past the gate\nCampless is not a rebel's word\nCampless is an honest one\nWhen the truth will not fit the fence\nYou go and stand out in the open with it\n\n[Final Chorus - a low harmony enters]\nNo fence holds me\nNo fence ever could\nAnd I have come to love the open ground\nWhere the truth and I are both outside the town\nAnd the strangest thing I've learned out here\nIs that I am not the first one out\nSomebody came before\n\n[Outro - dobro, voice trailing]\nFor as long as I can remember\nI have stood outside the fence\nNo fence holds me\nNo fence ever could\n","outside-the-camp/three-elders-and-a-door":"\n[Intro - boom-chicka rhythm kicks in, clean trebly electric, heavy slapback]\n\n[Verse 1 - narrative, plainspoken, the beat driving]\nI was twenty-six years old the morning that they called\nSaid come on down and see us, son, it is nothing much at all\nI drove on to the meeting house, no reason to be scared\nThree elders and a door, and an empty chair\nThey had pulled an empty chair\n\n[Verse 2 - the charge and the answer]\nThey said you have not tithed the way the Scripture says you must\nI said the Scripture says a cheerful giver, and I trust\nI stand fast in the liberty that Christ Himself made free\nBut they did not want the Book from me\nNo, they did not want the Book from me\n\n[Chorus]\nThree elders and a door\nI walked in looking for a brother\nI walked out looking for a church\nThey shut the only door I knew\nAnd never felt it hurt\nNo, they never felt it hurt\n\n[Verse 3 - the escalation and the stripping]\nThey said a man should not go reading where his elders have not gone\nThey took the little ministry I carried, called it done\nThey told me find another place to lay this trouble down\nSo I have been a stranger, town to town\nLord, a stranger, town to town\n\n[Chorus]\nThree elders and a door\nI walked in looking for a brother\nI walked out looking for a church\nThey shut the only door I knew\nAnd never felt it hurt\nNo, they never felt it hurt\n\n[Verse 4 - the rhythm pulls back to near silence, just voice and bass]\nI walked across the gravel and I sat down in the car\nI called my wife and told her, honey, here is where we are\nI wept there in the parking lot, a young man cut adrift\nAnd I did not know that morning what that shut door was\nNo, I did not know what it was\n\n[Bridge - the beat drives back in hard]\nIt was the first door\nIt was not the last\nI have heard that same latch fall a hundred times since then\nAnd every time it falls I hear those elders once again\nThree elders and a door\nThree elders and a door\n\n[Outro - boom-chicka carrying out, slapback, fading]\nCome on down and see us, son\nIt is nothing much at all\nThree elders and a door\n","outside-the-camp/made-sin":"\n[Intro - single low fingerpicked guitar, voice entering close and grave]\n\n[Verse 1 - the preacher and the sermon, plainspoken, mournful]\nThere was a preacher down in Albany the winter of '05\nHe opened up to Second Corinthians and read it like a man alive\nHe said the Father made the sinless Son to be our very sin\nAnd then he said it harder still, he said a sinner, said it plain\nAnd he would not soften it\nNo, he would not soften it\n\n[Verse 2 - the doctrine, bodily and concrete]\nMade sin is more than a debt set down in a book\nHe bore it in the body, in the flesh, and in the blood\nHe bore the shame His people earned and wore it on His face\nHe bore their grief until it broke Him in the garden ground\nHe bore the wrath of God Almighty in His body on the tree\nBut the rebellion He would never bear\nHis will stayed bowed to the Father to the end\n\n[Chorus]\nHe said made sin\nHe said made a sinner\nAnd he meant it in the body and the blood, and not a mark in a book\nHe meant the wrath and the shame of it, and never the rebellion\nBut they would not hear him through\nNo, they would not hear him through\n\n[Verse 3 - what they did with the words]\nThey cut one sentence from the hour and they sent that sentence out\nAnd the sentence did the traveling while the sermon stayed behind\nA sentence with no sermon round it is a knife without a handle\nAnd they passed that knife from hand to hand for twenty years\n\n[Chorus]\nHe said made sin\nHe said made a sinner\nAnd he meant it in the body and the blood, and not a mark in a book\nHe meant the wrath and the shame of it, and never the rebellion\nBut they would not hear him through\nNo, they would not hear him through\n\n[Verse 4 - the dead man]\nHe went on home some years ago with the lie still on his name\nAnd no breath left in him to ever answer it\nA man cannot rise up out of the ground to tell you what he meant\nSo the stone says one thing and the whisper says another\nAnd the whisper has outlived the man\n\n[Bridge - the vindication, cello swelling]\nThe Puritans wrote it in the margin of the Bible that they carried\nA sinner, not in himself, but by imputation\nOld dead men said the very thing the Albany preacher said\nAnd we shelved them and we praised them and we named our children for them\nThe only difference was the dead men could not be reached\nAnd the living one could\n\n[Final Verse - the campless turn, B in it]\nI stood too near his memory and the door closed on me too\nI would not call him a heretic, so they made me one instead\nBut I will say it where he cannot, I will say it for the both of us\nHe preached the gospel, and they buried him for it\nHe said made sin, he said made a sinner\nAnd both of them were true\n\n[Outro - voice and guitar, a low harmony entering]\nMade sin\nMade a sinner\nHe told the gospel truth\nAnd they would not hear him through\nBut I will hear him through\n","outside-the-camp/he-never-called":"\n[Intro - hard country, weeping pedal steel, mid-tempo weary shuffle]\n\n[Verse 1 - the pulpit attack, plainspoken, steady]\nThere was a man who took my article up into his pulpit\nHe never spoke my name, a careful man, he did not need my name\nHe read the title of the thing I wrote, and the people knew the man\nAnd he preached against it hard\nHe preached against it hard\n\n[Chorus]\nBut he never called\nHe never called\nHe had my number, it was sitting right there in his hand\nHe could have tapped it any night, and I would have answered him\nBut my phone stayed dark and quiet\nAnd he never called\n\n[Verse 2 - what a brother does]\nA brother takes his phone out and he finds your name and calls\nA brother writes the letter, and a brother drives the road\nA brother sits you down and opens up the Book to where you erred\nAnd says now show me, brother, let us reason it through\n\n[Chorus]\nBut he never called\nHe never called\nHe had my number, it was sitting right there in his hand\nHe could have tapped it any night, and I would have answered him\nBut my phone stayed dark and quiet\nAnd he never called\n\n[Verse 3 - the real wound]\nI never needed him to tell me I was right\nI have been wrong before, and I will be wrong again\nI needed him to come, I needed him to face me like a man\nYou can pin a word on a man from a hundred miles away\nBut you cannot call him brother from that far\nNo, you cannot call him brother from that far\n\n[Bridge - the turn]\nAnd he was not the only one, there was a row of them\nA row of men who had my number and would never make the call\nBut the silence was an answer, and the silence told me plain\nA man who will not come to you was never going to call you brother\nSo I stopped waiting for his call\nI stopped waiting for his call\n\n[Final Chorus - low harmony entering]\nHe never called\nHe never called\nAnd I have quit watching the screen for his name\nHe never called\nAnd I am not waiting anymore\n\n[Outro - pedal steel, fading]\nMy phone stayed dark and quiet\nAnd he never called\n","outside-the-camp/the-sharpest-sword":"\n[Intro - hard mid-tempo, boom-chicka with a dark edge, trebly electric, heavy slapback]\n\n[Verse 1 - who he was, hard and plain]\nFor years on end I lived inside the forums late at night\nThe chat rooms and the comment threads, the places men go to fight\nAnd I came into every one of them with a sword already drawn\nI could take an Arminian apart in a paragraph or two\nAnd I did it, and I liked it\n\n[Chorus - the sword]\nI had the sharpest sword in the room\nI kept it honed, I kept it bright\nAnd the doctrine on the blade of it was true\nBut a true sword swung in anger\nCuts a man the same as a false one does\nAnd I swung it, Lord, I swung it\nThe sharpest sword in the room\n\n[Verse 2 - being right was the trap]\nAnd here is the thing it took me twenty years to understand\nI was right, and that was the trouble, I was right about it all\nSovereign grace and the ruin of man and the blood that bought him back\nAnd being right became the rag I wiped the cruelty with\nI looked straight at the cruelty and I called it holy zeal\n\n[Chorus - the sword]\nI had the sharpest sword in the room\nI kept it honed, I kept it bright\nAnd the doctrine on the blade of it was true\nBut a true sword swung in anger\nCuts a man the same as a false one does\nAnd I swung it, Lord, I swung it\nThe sharpest sword in the room\n\n[Verse 3 - the name, the wounds]\nThey gave me a name in those rooms, they called me Darth Gill\nThe dangerous one, the one to fear, and God forgive me, I was proud\nI won, I always won, I never lost a single round\nAnd every round I won I left a living person bleeding\nAnd I never stayed to look\n\n[Bridge - the turn, the arrangement pulling graver]\nIt was never the truth that did the damage, it was the man who held it\nThe sharpest doctrine in the cruelest hands cuts deeper than a lie\nThe sovereign grace I loved was turning out hard and loveless men\nAnd I was one of them\nFor years and years I was one of them\n\n[Final Verse and Outro - the album's integrity]\nSo before this record fills with all the blades that came for me\nThe doors that closed, the men who would not hear\nYou should know I carried the sharpest blade of all\nAnd I swung it first, and I swung it longest\nI have got no clean hand left to point with\nI had the sharpest sword in the room\n","outside-the-camp/cord-dragging-behind-me":"\n[Intro - a single bare fingerpicked guitar, voice entering very close and low]\n\n[Verse 1 - the trigger, plainspoken, grave]\nI came home from a meeting better than twenty years ago\nA preacher I admired had preached the evil of the television\nAnd the sermon was still burning in me when I came through my own door\nJust a young man with a fire and a houseful of the world to set in order\nAnd I meant to set it in order that night\n\n[Verse 2 - the scene and her two refusals]\nAnd there sat my love in the front room watching something, a sitcom, nothing more\nI told her it was evil, I told her it was sin\nShe looked at me and she said plainly, no, it is not\nI told her then that she would have to stop\nAnd she looked at me again, and she said no\n\n[Chorus - the cord]\nSo I bent down and I pulled the cord out of the wall\nAnd I carried that television through the middle of my house\nWith the cord dragging behind me along the floor\nAnd my wife just standing there, her eyes filling up\nCord dragging behind me\nCord dragging behind me\n\n[Verse 3 - the motive, the blindness]\nAnd I was not in a rage, I need you to understand it\nI believed with my whole heart that I was keeping her from harm\nI was only going to set the danger in some other room\nA husband at his work, a husband doing his protecting\nAnd I could not see her tears for all my holiness\nI could not see her crying\n\n[Chorus - the cord]\nSo I bent down and I pulled the cord out of the wall\nAnd I carried that television through the middle of my house\nWith the cord dragging behind me along the floor\nAnd my wife just standing there, her eyes filling up\nCord dragging behind me\nCord dragging behind me\n\n[Bridge - the turn, the seeing]\nIt was not long, a few short months, a year, maybe two\nBefore I saw the danger in that house had never been the television\nThe danger was a man too sure of God to hear his own wife\nA man who ran his bride to tears and called it love\n\n[Final Verse and Outro - the cord as what trails him]\nI set that television down a long, long time ago\nBut I have dragged that cord behind me every year since\nThrough every quiet room I have walked, I still can hear it on the floor\nAnd I still see her face\nCord dragging behind me\nCord dragging behind me\nI am still the man who carried it\nAnd she is still the one who cried\n","outside-the-camp/theologically-homeless":"\n[Intro - lonesome harmonica, a moderate walking gait, acoustic and soft bass]\n\n[Verse 1 - the houses, the lit windows]\nEvery man I ever knew has got a house that he can name\nA roof with a word above the door, a confession and a creed\nAnd when the cold comes down at night I watch them all go in\nEvery one of them has somewhere, every one of them but me\nI have stood out in the yard a long, long time\n\n[Chorus]\nI am theologically homeless\nThere is no house that holds all of me\nNo confession ever wrote my name\nNo denomination kept a key\nAnd the lamps are warm in all of them\nBut not a one of them is mine\nTheologically homeless\n\n[Verse 2 - the house that never came]\nThere was a time I thought that I would find the door that fit\nAnd a time I thought that I would build a house that men would share\nBut every camp that held a piece of it would fence the rest away\nAnd a house with a fence around the truth was never going to be a home\nSo I am still out here\n\n[Chorus]\nI am theologically homeless\nThere is no house that holds all of me\nNo confession ever wrote my name\nNo denomination kept a key\nAnd the lamps are warm in all of them\nBut not a one of them is mine\nTheologically homeless\n\n[Verse 3 and bridge - it was never a season]\nAnd I used to think that this was just a season I was in\nThat a man cannot stand forever in a yard out in the cold\nBut I have searched my whole life back as far as I can see\nAnd the man out in the yard was always me\nIt was never a season, it was the shape of me\n\n[Final Verse and Outro - the dignified ache]\nSo the cold comes down again tonight and again I do not go in\nNot because there is no door, there are doors on every side\nBut a warm house built on half the truth is a house I cannot live in\nI would rather take the cold and keep the whole of what is true\nTheologically homeless\nAnd the lamps are warm in all of them\nBut not a one of them is mine\n","outside-the-camp/not-lonely-just-campless":"\n[Intro - warm acoustic, a sweet autoharp shimmer, gentle]\n\n[Verse 1 - the yard, and the distinction set up]\nThere is a yard outside the houses where a campless man must stand\nWhere the lamps do not reach and the cold comes off the hill\nAnd a man could call that lonely, and a man would not be wrong\nIf he were standing in it by himself\nBut I have never stood here by myself\n\n[Chorus - soft female harmony enters]\nI am not lonely\nI am only campless\nAnd those are not the same, they were never the same\nThere is no house with my name on the door\nBut there is a yard, and the yard is full\nI am not lonely\nI am only campless\n\n[Verse 2 - the wife]\nThere is a woman in this yard who chose the cold along with me\nShe could have gone inside a warmer house, she stayed out here instead\nShe does not need me to be right, she only needs me to be home\nAnd every fire I ever needed\nShe has been the fire\n\n[Verse 3 - the son and the friend]\nThere is a son out here who pushes me and will not let me rest\nAnd a friend I have never stood beside, never shook his hand one time\nBut I have talked to him most every day for the better part of twenty years\nAnd a few good brothers in the dark\nWho know my voice, and call it true\n\n[Chorus]\nI am not lonely\nI am only campless\nAnd those are not the same, they were never the same\nThere is no house with my name on the door\nBut there is a yard, and the yard is full\nI am not lonely\nI am only campless\n\n[Bridge]\nThe men inside the houses think a man out here is all alone\nThey cannot see past their own lamplight to the yard\nBut the yard is where my people are, the ones who came on out\nAnd I would not trade this cold and crowded yard\nFor the warmest house with half of them inside\n\n[Outro - voice and the warm harmony together]\nI am not lonely\nI am only campless\nThe house was never the home\nThe yard, the yard was always home\nI am not lonely\n","outside-the-camp/the-other-table":"\n[Intro - warm steady mid-tempo, gently strummed acoustic, soft boom-chicka]\n\n[Verse 1 - the camp's table]\nThere is a long table in every camp, and the lamplight on it is warm\nAnd the food is good and the talk is easy and a man would want to stay\nBut there is a price they do not print, a price for the chair you take\nYou agree, and you keep agreeing, and you never say the thing\nAnd I could never keep from saying the thing\n\n[Chorus - the other table, the male harmony joins]\nSo I eat at the other table\nOff in the corner, out of the light\nIt is smaller and it is scattered and some of the chairs sit empty\nBut every man who found it came because it was true\nAnd nobody at the other table ever asked me to agree\nI only had to be honest, and I had to love the Lord\nThat is the whole price of the other table\n\n[Verse 2 - the man who showed up]\nThere was a man who found my little website in the early days\nHe called me up clean out of the blue, asked me where I went to church\nI told him, and that Sunday morning, there he stood inside the door\nI said I am a supralapsarian, and he looked at me and said, me too\nAnd that was the other table starting\n\n[Verse 3 - the voice on the screen]\nAnd there is a man I have never seen, not once in twenty years\nHe found that same old website too, and he has never let me go\nWe have written most every day so long I cannot find the start of it\nA friend I have only ever known through a screen\nAnd realer than most men I have stood beside\n\n[Chorus]\nSo I eat at the other table\nOff in the corner, out of the light\nIt is smaller and it is scattered and some of the chairs sit empty\nBut every man who found it came because it was true\nAnd nobody at the other table ever asked me to agree\nI only had to be honest, and I had to love the Lord\nThat is the whole price of the other table\n\n[Bridge - the table runs back]\nAnd the other table is longer than the lamplight lets you see\nIt runs back through the years to every man who would not hold the line\nThere were teachers in the desert sand who ate here long before me\nThe honest and the homeless\nThey have always had a table of their own\n\n[Final and Outro]\nSo let them keep the long warm table and the price they will not name\nI have got my corner and my few, and I would not move for anything\nThe other table\nOut of the light\nBut every chair was filled by truth\nAnd it was the only table I ever wanted\n","outside-the-camp/a-man-named-heretic":"\n[Intro - loose rolling band, a swinging prison-album groove, the vocal entering talked]\n\n[Verse 1 - talked, the comic setup]\nWell I have been a believer most of my life now\nAnd in all of that time I have been called a lot of things\nNow I expected the world to call me names, the world has always done that\nBut I am here to tell you about the names I got from the church\n\n[Verse 2 - the contradictory labels, talked, comic]\nThe Arminians, they called me a hyper-Calvinist, the worst of the worst\nAnd the Calvinists turned right around and called me an antinomian\nOne camp said that I was too hard, one camp said I was too soft\nOne man called me a heretic on a Monday\nAnd a compromiser by that Friday\nAnd brother, it was the very same man\n\n[Chorus - talked over the groove]\nThey made me a man named Heretic\nHeretic, that was the name\nYou carry a name like that into a room\nAnd the room is never the same\nA man named Heretic learns to keep his back against the wall\nA man named Heretic learns to scrap\n\n[Verse 3 - the fighting years, comic]\nSo for years and years I fought about it, I fought about it everywhere\nI would not let a single name go by without a swing\nI figured if I won enough of the rounds they would take the name back someday\nBut you cannot win a name back\nNo sir, you cannot win a name back\n\n[Verse 4 - the confrontation with the source]\nSo I got down low one night and I had it out with God\nI said Lord, every camp on earth has shown me to the door\nI said Lord, they have named me clean out of everywhere a man can stand\nI said why would You let them do it\nWhy would You ever let them name me out\n\n[Bridge - the twist, the band drops back, quiet]\nAnd it came back quiet, the way the true things always do\nSon, I let them hang that name on you, every contradictory one\nBecause a man who is welcome everywhere will never leave the camp\nAnd the truth was never in the camp\nThe truth was always out past the fence\nI named you out, son\nI named you out on purpose\n\n[Final Verse and Outro - the band comes back, wry acceptance]\nSo you can call me Heretic, I will answer to it now\nIt is just the name on the road that led me to the truth\nA man named Heretic turned out to be the only kind of man\nWho was ever going to find his way outside the camp\nThey made me a man named Heretic\nAnd Lord, it turned out to be the gift\n","outside-the-camp/the-only-honest-place":"\n[Intro - steady resolute boom-chicka, trebly electric, mid-tempo, plain]\n\n[Verse 1 - the camp and the fence]\nEvery camp has got a fence, and a post where the fence has a gate\nAnd every camp has got a place where they tell you the thinking stops\nThey will say the sound man stops here, the faithful man stays in\nThey will hand you the word honest\nAnd they will tell you it means stay\n\n[Chorus]\nBut the only honest place to stand\nIs out past the last fence post, alone\nWhere the truth kept going and you had to follow it\nOr call yourself a liar in your bones\nHonest was never staying\nHonest was always following\nAnd the only honest place is out past every fence\n\n[Verse 2 - the moment at the fence]\nI did not set out to leave, I want that understood\nI set out to follow a question, the way an honest man will do\nAnd the question walked me to the fence and it did not even slow\nAnd the camp behind me hollered stop\nBut the truth in front of me did not\n\n[Chorus]\nBut the only honest place to stand\nIs out past the last fence post, alone\nWhere the truth kept going and you had to follow it\nOr call yourself a liar in your bones\nHonest was never staying\nHonest was always following\nAnd the only honest place is out past every fence\n\n[Verse 3 - the cost reframed as the price of the thing kept]\nAnd it is cold out past the fence, I will not tell you that it is not\nThere is no lamp, there is no roof, there is no warm and easy room\nBut I never had to stop a thought before it reached its end\nAnd I never stood beside a post\nAnd called the stopping faith\n\n[Bridge - the redefinition]\nSo they can keep the word for sound, and they can keep the word for safe\nThey can keep their warm and fenced-in word for faithful if they like\nBut honest is the word I would not let them have\nAnd honest does not live inside a fence\nIt never has, it never will\n\n[Final Verse and Outro]\nSo this is where I stand, and I will tell you why I stand here\nIt is the only ground a man can stand on and not be lying where he stands\nPast the fence, in the cold, alone\nThe only honest place\nAnd I would not go back inside that gate\nNot for all the warm and fenced-in rooms on earth\n","outside-the-camp/given-to-the-campless":"\n[Intro - warm gentle mid-tempo, a soft walking gait, acoustic, a touch of warm gospel piano]\n\n[Verse 1 - the men who stopped]\nThe men inside the camps, they get to a place and they sit down\nThe answers are all settled there, the questions are all closed\nAnd a man who has sat down does not get up to follow anything\nNothing new comes to a man\nWho has decided he is home\n\n[Chorus]\nBut God gives the truth to the campless\nHe hands the bread to the man still on the road\nNot because the campless man is better, he is not\nBut because the homeless are the ones who never stopped their walking\nAnd you cannot give a road to a man who has sat down\nGod gives the truth to the campless\n\n[Verse 2 - kept walking, no fence to stop him]\nNow I never meant to be the one still walking when the gift came down\nI would have loved a chair, I would have loved a settled room\nBut I had no camp to tell me that the road had reached its end\nSo I just kept on following the logic\nBecause there was no fence to make me stop\n\n[Verse 3 - the sentence landed]\nAnd then one ordinary day, just writing, following it down\nA sentence that I did not build came and landed in my hands\nOne line, and everything I carried fell in place around it\nAnd I knew that I had not made that\nA decent thinker did not make that\n\n[Chorus]\nBut God gives the truth to the campless\nHe hands the bread to the man still on the road\nNot because the campless man is better, he is not\nBut because the homeless are the ones who never stopped their walking\nAnd you cannot give a road to a man who has sat down\nGod gives the truth to the campless\n\n[Bridge - the humility]\nSo do not hear me say that God looked down and found me worth the giving\nI have read the thing He gave me and I know I am not that good\nHe did not give it to the worthy, He gave it to the walking\nAnd the walking was not virtue\nThe walking was just having nowhere left to sit\n\n[Final Verse and Outro]\nSo the sentence is not mine, I want to say that plain and clear\nIt was handed to a homeless man because his hands were free\nGod gives the truth to the campless\nHe hands the bread to the man still on the road\nAnd a homeless man will carry it\nAnd he will not set it down till he is home\n","outside-the-camp/set-me-free":"\n[Intro - bright fast freight-train boom-chicka, trebly electric, heavy slapback, the train rolling]\n\n[Verse 1 - twenty-five years on, looking back]\nIt has been the better part of twenty-five years now\nSince I sat down crying in a parking lot, a young man with no church\nAnd for the longest time I did not know what that shut door was\nThe one those three men closed behind me\nBut I have had twenty-five years to learn it, and now I know\n\n[Chorus]\nThat door they shut, it set me free\nThey thought that they were shutting me out\nBut the Lord had His own hand on it\nAnd the Lord was swinging it the other way\nThe worst morning of my life\nWas the morning I was set free\nThat door they shut, it set me free\n\n[Verse 2 - the conscience]\nThey sat me down to tell me that my conscience answered them\nThat a man should not go reading where his elders had not led\nBut I walked out of that office with a thing I did not walk in with\nI had a conscience, and it was mine\nAnd it answered to the Lord alone\n\n[Verse 3 - the name on the roll]\nThey told me I was nothing if I was not on their roll\nThat a man cut from the membership was a man cut from the vine\nBut I found my name was written somewhere they could not reach to scratch it out\nI was not a member, I was a son\nAnd no man takes a son off of the roll\n\n[Chorus]\nThat door they shut, it set me free\nThey thought that they were shutting me out\nBut the Lord had His own hand on it\nAnd the Lord was swinging it the other way\nThe worst morning of my life\nWas the morning I was set free\nThat door they shut, it set me free\n\n[Bridge - freedom is real, and worth the cost]\nAnd freedom is a real thing, I have held it twenty-five years\nIt cost me a church, it cost me tears, it cost me a place to belong\nAnd if the bill came back around tomorrow I would pay it all again\nBecause the man I am, the free man\nWas born in that office, on that day\n\n[Final Verse and Outro - the blessing, the train rolling out]\nSo wherever those three men are now, I hope the Lord is good to them\nThey meant to close a door on me, and a door is what they closed\nBut it was the door of a cage, and I never knew the cage was there\nTill the morning that they shut it\nAnd I rolled on out, and I am rolling still\nThat door they shut, it set me free\n","outside-the-camp/one-doctrine-at-a-time":"\n[Intro - rolling mid-tempo shuffle, wry, a swung boom-chicka with bounce]\n\n[Verse 1 - the setup]\nNow I went looking for a car a long time back, a good one, a whole one\nI wanted a theology that ran true from the front end to the back\nSo I went lot to lot, I went to every camp that had a sign out\nAnd every car on every lot\nHad a good part and a part that would not run\n\n[Chorus]\nSo I built it one doctrine at a time\nOne doctrine at a time\nI carried the good parts home and I left the bad ones on the lot\nAnd I built the whole thing in my garage\nIt does not match a model that a dealer ever sold\nBut it runs, brother, it runs\nOne doctrine at a time\n\n[Verse 2 - the parts catalog]\nI got the imputation off of old John Gill, he had it sitting in the yard\nI got free grace from Toplady, and I got a little more of it from Gadsby\nA friend of mine who showed up one Sunday handed me the personal covenants and the two seeds\nGordon Clark, he gave me the foundation, said all of your reasoning runs in a circle anyhow\nAnd I hauled the sovereignty of God over evil clean out of the desert, off a two-thousand-year-old scroll\n\n[Chorus]\nSo I built it one doctrine at a time\nOne doctrine at a time\nI carried the good parts home and I left the bad ones on the lot\nAnd I built the whole thing in my garage\nIt does not match a model that a dealer ever sold\nBut it runs, brother, it runs\nOne doctrine at a time\n\n[Verse 3 - the finished car]\nAnd when I had it all together I stepped back and I gave it a name\nOperational Idealism and MCT, and I will grant you that is a mouthful\nNow every camp that drives on by, they slow down and they stare\nBecause it has got a part from everybody\nAnd it does not belong to anyone but me\n\n[Bridge - the comic-but-true turn]\nThey tell me a car like that cannot be a real car at all\nNo dealership ever made it, there is no model and no plate\nNo confession parked behind it with a warranty and a name\nBut I will tell you what a real car is\nA real car is a car that runs\n\n[Final Verse and Outro]\nNo lot was ever going to sell me the whole and honest truth\nSo I carried it home in pieces and I bolted it together myself\nOne doctrine at a time\nOne doctrine at a time\nAnd the strange thing in my garage, the one that matches nothing on the lot\nIt started up this morning, and it is taking me home\n","outside-the-camp/outside-the-camp":"\n[Intro - spare and grave, a single low guitar, the voice entering close]\n\n[Verse 1 - the campless place, Hebrews 13]\nThis whole record I have stood outside, out past the camp, in the cold\nWhere the offerings were carried out and burned beyond the gate\nThe unclean ground, the reproach ground, the place a man is sent\nWhen the camp has had enough of him\nI always thought that it was exile\n\n[Verse 2 - he lifts his head]\nBut I lifted up my head one day and I looked hard at the ground\nAnd the ground out here was beaten down, there was a road worn through the cold\nThere were marks out here that I did not make, from a long time before me\nSomebody had been led out here\nSomebody came this way before\n\n[Chorus - Hebrews 13:13]\nOutside the camp\nOutside the camp\nThey led the Lord of Glory out beyond the city gate\nHe suffered there, outside the wall, to make His people clean\nSo let us go forth unto Him\nOutside the camp\nThe campless ground was holy ground\nHe was always outside the camp\n\n[Verse 3 - the turn]\nSo the camps that thought they cast me out, they did not understand\nA man they put outside the gate, they put on holy ground\nThey meant to send me into exile and they sent me to the Lord\nThe reproach they laid upon me\nWas the road that reached to Him\n\n[Bridge - the great recognition]\nAll these years I grieved the cold and grieved the houses I could not enter\nAnd the whole time He was standing here, He had been here all along\nThe campless man was never going to find his home inside a camp\nHome was never a camp\nHome was a Person, outside the gate\n\n[Final and Outro - go forth, the gospel quartet enters]\nSo I am not going back inside, I am going on out instead\nOut to where they led Him, out to where He bore it all\nOutside the camp\nOutside the camp\nAnd I was never homeless\nI was only being walked to Him\n","outside-the-camp/bearing-the-reproach":"\n[Intro - warm and slow, intimate, a softly fingerpicked acoustic]\n\n[Verse 1 - the reproach he carried]\nI have carried a reproach a long time now, I carried it through this record\nThe names, the shut doors, the cold yard, the camps that would not have me\nAnd I used to think the reproach was mine, my own load to bear in the dark\nJust the cost of being campless\nJust the bill that I was paying\n\n[Verse 2 - whose reproach it is]\nBut the Book has a word about the reproach that the campless have to carry\nIt does not call it mine at all, it calls it something else\nIt says when I go outside the camp I go bearing His reproach\nThe reproach I thought was only mine\nWas His reproach all along\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd that changes everything out here\nThat changes everything\nThe reproach is not a load I carry by myself in the dark\nIt is the very thing He carried, it is the bond between us now\nMy wounds and His wounds match\nBearing His reproach\nAnd the cost turned out to be the communion\n\n[Verse 3 - not a new camp]\nAnd do not hear me say I found another camp out past the gate\nI did not join a thing, there is no fence and there is no roll\nThere is only Him, and me, and the same reproach across us both\nIt was never a camp, it was a Person\nAnd the reproach is how I know that I am with Him\n\n[Bridge - Moses, the company]\nAnd Moses knew it long ago, he sat and counted up the cost\nAnd he called the reproach of Christ a greater treasure than all of Egypt\nEvery man who ever bore a true reproach was bearing His\nThe campless and the homeless\nWe have been keeping Christ's own company\n\n[Final and Outro]\nSo let them keep the reproach coming, I know now what it is\nIt is not the mark of a man cast out, it is the mark of a man with the Lord\nBearing His reproach\nOutside the camp\nAnd I would not put it down\nNot for the warmest welcome in the world\n","outside-the-camp/a-better-country":"\n[Intro - plain and warm, hymn-like, a gently strummed acoustic]\n\n[Verse 1 - strangers and pilgrims]\nThe Book says there were men of faith who never found a country here\nWho lived and died as strangers, as pilgrims passing through\nAnd they did not count it loss, they did not grieve it to the end\nThey had seen a better country\nAnd they were only passing through\n\n[Chorus - the hymn refrain, the gospel quartet]\nThere is a better country\nA city that the Lord has built\nAnd He is not ashamed to be the God of homeless men\nWho never found a camp on earth\nBecause they were holding out for home\nThere is a better country\nAnd I am almost home\n\n[Verse 2 - the campless man is the pilgrim]\nAnd all this record I have called myself a homeless, campless man\nAs if it were a wound, as if it were a thing to mourn\nBut the homeless and the campless were the pilgrims all along\nI was never lost out here\nI was only on my way\n\n[Verse 3 - the city prepared]\nThere is a city that was built for strangers, raised before I drew a breath\nWith a place in it for every man the camps would never keep\nAnd the God who let them turn me out, He is not ashamed of me\nHe has gone and called Himself my God\nAnd He has gone and built the town\n\n[Bridge - the rest, the quartet fuller]\nSo lay it down now, lay the long road down\nLay the cold yard and the shut doors and the reproach down\nThe pilgrim road was always leading somewhere\nAnd the somewhere has a gate that opens\nAnd a country with my name\n\n[Final and Outro - the full warm gospel close]\nOutside the camp, I found the road\nAnd the road ran home, the way it always would\nThere is a better country\nAnd the Lord has built the town\nAnd I am almost home\nI am almost home\n","ditch-the-garbage/ditch-the-garbage":"\n[Intro - Acoustic strum, urgent, voice entering close]\nI don't have a name for it yet\nBut I know it isn't the Author\nSo pull this off me\n\n[Verse 1 - rapid-fire, half-spoken, propulsive]\nI want to ditch the bishop's permission\nThe council vote, the council's blessing\nI want to ditch the sermon you can sleep through\nThe building with the spotlit throat\nI want to ditch the tribal handshake\nThe password no one will write down\nI want to ditch the test that isn't doctrine\nBut sounds like one and isn't on the page\n\n[Pre-Chorus - tension building, organ ghosting in]\nAnd I don't even know what to call the thing underneath\nI just know the thing on top is not it\nI just know the costume is not the King\nI just know it has to come off\n\n[Chorus - drums kick, electrics layer, anthem opens]\nDitch the garbage!\nDitch the garbage!\nThe Author has a voice and it isn't theirs\nDitch the garbage!\nDitch the garbage!\nThrow it on the curb and the curb's on fire\nWhatever is true survives the burn\nWhatever isn't is supposed to go\n\n[Verse 2]\nI want to ditch the seminary chair\nThe credential wall, the framed degree\nI want to ditch the borrowed Greek metaphysics\nDressed in suit and tie and called the gospel\nI want to ditch the fear of every label\nHyper, gnostic, soft, antinomian\nEvery accusation thrown off-axis\nMeans I'm somewhere they can't follow me\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd I don't even know what to call the thing underneath\nBut I know it's hot and I know it's old\nOlder than the council\nOlder than the costume\nOlder than the building with the spotlit throat\n\n[Chorus]\nDitch the garbage!\nDitch the garbage!\nThe Author has a voice and it isn't theirs\nDitch the garbage!\nDitch the garbage!\nThrow it on the curb and the curb's on fire\nWhatever is true survives the burn\nWhatever isn't is supposed to go\n\n[Verse 3 - the inventory gets more personal]\nI want to ditch the altar-call performance\nThe tithing tax, the guilt collection\nI want to ditch the worship-team theater\nThe smile they pasted on the track\nI want to ditch the rapture chart\nThe dispensation chain, the flannelgraph\nThat made my Lord look small and tame\nI want to ditch the federal fiction\nThe shame at loving the brother\nI want to ditch the pulpit-king\nWho treats his pew like cattle\n\n[Bridge - sparser, slower, vocal closer, drums dropping then climbing]\nI don't have the words for this yet\nThere's no diagram I can draw\nI don't have a name for the floor underneath\nI just know the floor I'm standing on is not the one\nThe fire is real\nThe Author is real\nThe Word is older than the room\nAnd whatever this is\nWhatever this thing under the rubble is\nI'm going to live there\nI'm going to find it\nAnd I'm throwing the rest in the street\n\n[Final Chorus - rock-radio big, double-tracked stacks]\nDitch the garbage!\nDitch the garbage!\nThe Author signs His name and it isn't on the program\nDitch the garbage!\nDitch the garbage!\nTwenty years from now I'll have a vocabulary\nBut tonight all I have is the fire\nTonight all I have is the no\nAnd the no is enough to start\n\n[Outro - widening, vocal stacks, fading]\nDitch the garbage!\nDitch the garbage!\nWhatever is true survives the burn\nThe Author signs His name\nAnd it isn't on the program\nDitch the garbage!\nDitch the garbage!\n","ditch-the-garbage/six-easy-steps":"[Intro - Acoustic strum, voice entering wry and conversational]\nYou want to know how it's done?\nPull up a chair.\nI'll tell you.\n\n[Verse 1]\nHow to read the Bible like it's any other book on the shelf\nHow to listen to a sermon without ever asking it yourself\nHow to wait for an institution to bless the page in front of your face\nHow to ask a fourth-century council if the Author meant the case\nHow to flatten sixty-six books to a single muffled tone\nHow to leave the page wide open while you sit there alone\n\n[Pre-Chorus - Hammond organ swells in]\nAnd the fire is still burning while you sit there\nAnd the page is still speaking while you look away\nThe Author has been signing every chapter\nWhile you've been waiting for somebody else to say it's okay\n\n[Chorus - Big drums, electric guitars layer in]\nI'll teach you all this in six easy steps\nA whole career you'll never have to risk\nJust sit, just nod, just wait\nFor the council to set the date\nSix easy steps\nSix easy steps\n\n[Verse 2]\nHow to act like Hippo gave the Word permission to survive\nHow to fold up Carthage like a stamp the Author had to ratify\nHow to ditch James as inconvenient or treat him like a sword\nHow to drag the Song of Solomon to whatever costume you can afford\nHow to sit on Esther's silence and call her hard to read\nHow to take Ecclesiastes and feel nothing while he bleeds\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd the fire is still burning underneath the program\nAnd the prophet's still pointing two thousand years deep\nThe Mind that wrote the rescue across the centuries\nIs still writing while you sleep\n\n[Chorus]\nI'll teach you all this in six easy steps\nA whole career you'll never have to risk\nJust sit, just nod, just wait\nFor the council to set the date\nSix easy steps\nSix easy steps\n\n[Verse 3 - The turn, vocal closer, electric pulled back]\nAnd listen, I have done it\nI have done every single one\nI have nodded through the sermon\nI have waited for the bishop's pen\nI have flattened all the books\nI have buried Esther in her silence\nI have kept the firmware locked\nAnd kept my eyes wide open\n\n[Bridge - Sparse, build, drums dropping then climbing]\nBut there was a Tuesday in October\nWhen I sat down with chapter eight\nAnd the words came in and laid me low\nAnd I could not keep the gate\nThe fire was already burning\nThe Author had been speaking the whole time\nNo council ever gave it weight\nThe Author signed His name\n\n[Final Chorus - Rock-radio big, double-tracked vocals]\nIt took me six easy steps to undo\nThe lifetime I had built to never feel\nThe Word reads me before I read the Word\n*The entrance of His words gives light*\nThe simple are made wise\nThe Bible proves itself in the reading\nSix easy steps the other way\nSix easy steps to undo\nSix easy steps\n\n[Outro - Wider, vocal stacks, fading drums]\nSix easy steps the other way\nSix easy steps the other way\nThe fire is real\nThe Author signed His name\nSix easy steps\nThe other way\n","ditch-the-garbage/the-gatekeeper":"\n[Intro - Acoustic guitar arpeggio, soft brushed drums, vocal entering wry]\nThere was a man who built a fence around the gospel\nHe preached on Sunday, named the wolves on Monday too\nHe wrote his pamphlets in the kitchen where his wife had died\nAnd he never noticed every door he closed had closed on him\n\n[Verse 1]\nHe preached the truth, the way he had received it\nHe hurled Galatians at every man who saw it differently\nAnd the verse he taught his whole career, *if any other gospel preach*\nCame back to him from a face with scars on the morning he stood up\n\nHe wrote his letters to the younger pastors\n*Never shrink from naming wolves,* he said\nAnd the wolves he had named, and the men he had defended,\nWere on the other side of the chasm when he arrived\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIsn't it strange? Isn't it strange?\nIsn't it strange how the men he had quoted\nStood on the wrong side of a chasm\nThat had already been fixed\n\n[Chorus]\nForty years he stood the watch\nForty years he held the line\nHe was guarding a gate that was never his\nHe was keeping the keys he never owned\nAnd the Lord he served walked past him\nTo eat with the people he refused\nIsn't it ironic? It's a little ironic\nHe named the wolves and missed the one he was\n\n[Verse 2]\nHe preached the most satisfying sermon of his life\nOn a Sunday in the chapel his father-in-law had built\nHe went home, sat down at the desk to write a letter\nAnd the heart that carried him for sixty years just stopped\n\nHe opened his eyes in a room made of light\nHe had rehearsed the words for forty years in the shower\nHe cleared his throat the way he had always cleared it\nAnd nothing came out, because the room was too large for the words\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIsn't it strange? Isn't it strange?\nIsn't it strange how the words he had memorized\nWere the only language the room would not hold\n\n[Chorus]\nForty years he stood the watch\nForty years he held the line\nHe was guarding a gate that was never his\nHe was keeping the keys he never owned\nAnd the Lord he served walked past him\nTo eat with the people he refused\nIsn't it ironic? It's a little ironic\nHe named the wolves and missed the one he was\n\n[Bridge - electric guitars chiming in, drums fuller, strings entering]\n*Lord, Lord, have I not preached?*\n*Lord, Lord, have I not stood?*\n*Lord, Lord, did I not name the wolves?*\n\nThe answer fell like winter rain\n*I never knew you*\n\nThe chasm opened underneath him\nThe feast continued in the room next door\nWithout him, without his blessing\nBecause the gate was never his to keep\n\n[Final Chorus - double-tracked vocal, wider harmonies, ride cymbal driving]\nForty years he stood the watch\nForty years he held the line\nHe was guarding a gate that was never his\nHe was keeping the keys he never owned\nAnd the Lord he served walked past him\nTo eat with the people he refused\nIsn't it ironic? It's a little ironic\nHe named the wolves and missed the one he was\n\n[Outro - guitars stripping back to acoustic, vocal soft, fading]\nIsn't it ironic\nIsn't it ironic\nHe never saw it coming\nThe man with the watch\nThe man with the keys\nThe chasm holds the gatekeeper\nThe chasm holds the gatekeeper\n","ditch-the-garbage/wolves-wolves-wolves":"[Intro - punchy drum hit, vocal in already mid-thought, urgent]\nThere's a list of names floating around\nThere's a new wolf every week\nThere's a fresh alarm by morning\nAnd the watchmen don't sleep\n\n[Verse 1 - rapid-fire, half-spoken, decades-with-technologies catalog]\nIn the eighties they had pamphlets\nMimeographed in church basements\nNames of the men who'd lead you astray\nIn the nineties they had talk radio\nThree hours of names\nThree hours of who not to trust\nIn the two-thousands they had blogs\nThe discernment ministry circuit\nComment sections building lists of the lost\nTwo thousand ten they had YouTube\nTwo-hour videos with the receipts\nTwo-hour videos calling the wolf\nTwo thousand twenty they had podcasts\nSubstacks\nTwitter accounts\nEvery man a watchman\nEvery man with the alarm\n\n[Pre-Chorus - tension grinding up, organ ghosting in]\nAnd the list keeps growing\nAnd the names keep changing\nAnd the watchmen keep watching\nAnd the sheep keep getting smaller\nAnd the wolves keep getting bigger\nAnd the network keeps the names alive\n\n[Chorus - drums kick, electrics layer, anthem opens, title chanted by stacked vocals]\nWolves, wolves, wolves\nEvery preacher I respect is on a list somewhere\nWolves, wolves, wolves\nEvery name I love came up on the alarm\nThe discernment industry never sleeps\nEvery generation finds a new threat to name\nAnd the watchmen feed\nThe watchmen feed\n\n[Verse 2 - rapid-fire, sharper, the contrast device, men ON the list vs. men WITH the list]\nCalling a wolf is a paying job now\nSubscribers want a fresh target every week\nThe men on the list are mostly preachers\nThe men with the list are mostly nobody\nForty years of pamphlets\nForty years of YouTube channels\nAnd the only consistent thread\nIs that the men calling wolves\nNever planted a church\nNever raised a family\nNever preached to a pew of broken people\nNever did the work the wolves were doing\nThey were never in the field\nThey were always in the watchtower\nWith the binoculars\nAnd the camera\nAnd the brand\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd the list keeps growing\nAnd the names keep changing\nAnd the watchmen keep watching\nAnd the sheep keep getting smaller\nAnd the wolves keep getting bigger\nAnd the network keeps the names alive\n\n[Chorus]\nWolves, wolves, wolves\nEvery preacher I respect is on a list somewhere\nWolves, wolves, wolves\nEvery name I love came up on the alarm\nThe discernment industry never sleeps\nEvery generation finds a new threat to name\nAnd the watchmen feed\nThe watchmen feed\n\n[Verse 3 - the turn, vocal closer, direct gospel inversion]\nChrist never called the prophets wolves\nChrist called the gatekeepers wolves\nThe men in sheep's clothing\nWere inside the gate\nNot outside it\nThe men Christ named whitewashed tombs\nThe men Christ named serpents\nWere the watchmen\nWere the men with the lists\nWere the men with the receipts on the prophets\nThe shepherds were the wolves\nThe shepherds were the wolves\n\n[Bridge - sparse, slow, vocal close, drums dropping, organ holding]\nChrist drove the watchmen out of the temple\nNot the publicans\nNot the harlots\nNot the men of doubtful name\nThe watchmen\nThe pamphleteers\nThe cataloguers\nThe discernment-bro\nThey were the men He cast out\nAnd the men they would have called wolves\nWere the men He sat down with\n\n[Final Chorus - rock-radio big, harmony stacks, the title chanted, the indictment reversed]\nWolves, wolves, wolves\nThe men with the lists were the wolves all along\nWolves, wolves, wolves\nThe watchmen were the men in the wool\nThe Shepherd was outside the watchtower\nThe Shepherd was outside the gate\nThe Shepherd was with the lost\nAnd the alarm was never about the wolves\nThe alarm was the wolves' own howl\n\n[Outro - widening, vocal stacks, list fading]\nWolves\nWolves\nWolves\nThe men with the lists were the wolves\nThe Shepherd was somewhere else\nWolves\nWolves\n","ditch-the-garbage/pharisees-in-every-church":"\n[Intro]\nI have been in every kind of room\nAnd I have seen them in every kind\nSo pull up a chair\n\n[Verse 1]\nThere's a Pharisee in the front row of the cleanest pulpit in town\nHighlighter in his Bible, list of names tucked under the pew\nHe hears the sweetest gospel preached and files it as ammunition\nHe came to memorize the boundary, not to be loved\nThere's a woman in the foyer who can tell you who's been faithful\nThere's a brother with the five points and never once with Christ\nThere's a deacon who lights up at every error named\nAnd settles when grace is named\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThe pulpit can be clean\nThe doctrine can be pure\nThe preacher can be faithful forty straight years\nThe pew is still mixed\nIt always has been\nEven Jesus had Judas at the table\n\n[Chorus]\nPharisees in every church\nPharisees in every church\nDoesn't matter how clear the preaching gets\nThe pulpit cannot sanitize the pew\nThe wheat and the tares grow side by side\nAnd the Author knows the difference\nAnd He doesn't need me to sort the room\n\n[Verse 2]\nThere's a Mary in a flowered housecoat in a church that doesn't know the gospel\nSinging from a paper hymnal under a sermon she'll never parse\nShe knows Jesus and Jesus knows her\nAnd the doctrine on the wall is wrong\nAnd she will walk into glory\nArticulating Christ every time she spoke\nThere's an elect man under a prosperity preacher\nThere's an elect girl in a cult of personality\nThere's an elect widow in a church that hates her tradition\nAnd the Author has been writing on her every Tuesday\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThe pulpit can be wrong\nThe doctrine can be bent\nThe preacher can be lost for forty straight years\nThe pew is still mixed\nIt always has been\n*The Spirit bloweth where He listeth*\nAnd the wind doesn't ask the pastor for permission\n\n[Chorus]\nPharisees in every church\nPharisees in every church\nDoesn't matter how clear the preaching gets\nThe pulpit cannot sanitize the pew\nThe wheat and the tares grow side by side\nAnd the Author knows the difference\nAnd He doesn't need me to sort the room\n\n[Verse 3]\nAnd listen, I can spot them now\nI can read the face that sets when grace is mentioned\nI can read the eye that brightens at the heretic's name\nI can hear the brother who quotes the points more than the Person\nI have learned to read the room\nI have learned to read the vibe\nBut here is what I will not do\nI will not name them from a wall\nI will not run the hunt\nI will not become the thing I'm seeing\nThe diagnosis is for me to know\nNot for me to broadcast\n\n[Bridge]\nI see you in the front row\nI am not going to say anything\nI see you in the foyer\nI am not going to say anything\nI see you, Mary, in the bad sermon\nI am not going to come fix your church\nYou have Jesus\nHe has you\nThe Author can sort the room\nHe has been sorting it since the beginning\nAnd He has not missed\nA single one\n\n[Final Chorus]\nPharisees in every church\nPharisees in every church\nAnd precious elect in the worst-preaching ever\nThe pulpit cannot sanitize the pew\nThe pulpit cannot exclude the called\nThe Spirit goes where the Spirit goes\nThe Author knows His own\nAnd I am not building a wall\nI am choosing my table\nAnd He is keeping every one of His\nAnd He has not missed\nA single one\n\n[Outro]\nPharisees in every church\nPrecious elect in every church\nThe Author knows His own\nThe Author knows His own\nHe has not missed a single one\nHe has not missed\nA single one\nPharisees in every church\nThe Author knows His own\n","ditch-the-garbage/loving-the-brethren":"[Intro - punchy drum hit, vocal in mid-thought, bitten]\nWe say it like a creed,\n\"We love the brethren,\"\nBut the word keeps shrinking down,\nWatch it, watch it narrow.\n\n[Verse 1 - long-line, rapid-fire, hard-bitten]\nAt first it meant the brethren, every soul that Christ has bought,\nA whole and gathered family from every kind of hall,\nBut we started drawing tighter, and we drew it tight as wire,\nAnd brethren came to mean the ones who held what we held still.\n\n[Pre-Chorus - tension building, organ snarling, the narrowing]\nThen it meant the ones who got grace right,\nThen the ones who got grace right our way,\nThen the ones who used our exact words,\nThen the ones who shared our every suspicion,\nThen the ones who would not even ask a question.\n\n[Chorus - drums crack, electrics hard, anthem opens]\nLoving the brethren! Loving the brethren!\nThe word has gotten smaller every year.\nLoving the brethren! Loving the brethren!\nJust loving our reflection in the mirror.\nEven publicans love who looks like them,\nThat's what the Lord said to the men.\nLoving the brethren got real small, real small,\nLoving the brethren got real small.\n\n[Verse 2 - sharper, harder, the boundary policing]\nLet a man drop one wrong word and watch our faces freeze,\nLet him hold one thing we don't and feel the air go ice,\nHe might disturb the little kingdom we have built around our talk,\nWhere everyone repeats the same and no one breaks the lock.\n\n[Pre-Chorus - the narrowing tightens]\nThen it meant the ones who got grace right our way,\nThen the ones who matched our every emphasis,\nThen the ones who shared our every suspicion,\nThen the ones who never disagreed at all,\nThen the ones who looked exactly like our wall.\n\n[Chorus]\nLoving the brethren! Loving the brethren!\nThe word has gotten smaller every year.\nLoving the brethren! Loving the brethren!\nJust loving our reflection in the mirror.\nEven publicans love who looks like them,\nThat's what the Lord said to the men.\nLoving the brethren got real small, real small,\nLoving the brethren got real small.\n\n[Bridge - sparse, drums dropping, vocal closer, raw self-implication]\nAnd listen, I have done it. Hand to God, I have.\nI have shut a brother out because his words weren't mine.\nI called it standing on the truth, I called it being faithful.\nI was loving my reflection, and I was calling it divine.\nWhat is so heavenly about loving who looks like me?\nWhat is so heavenly about loving who uses my words?\nThe publicans love who looks like them. The gentiles love their own.\nAnd Christ has loved me wider, wider, wider than my own.\n\n[Final Chorus - drums crash back, snarling stacks]\nLoving the brethren! Loving the brethren!\nThe word was always wider, wider, wider.\nLoving the brethren! Loving the brethren!\nWider than the language and the mirror.\nChrist loves the brethren wider than the camp,\nChrist loves the brethren wider than the camp,\nLet our loving be that big, that big, that big,\nLet our loving be that big again.\n\n[Outro - snarling stacks, fading]\nLoving the brethren,\nLoving the brethren,\nBut who are the brethren?\nBut who are the brethren?\nWider than the language,\nWider than the mirror,\nWider than the camp,\nLoving the brethren.\n","ditch-the-garbage/adam-didnt-sign-my-name":"[Intro]\nThere's a story they tell about a man and a tree\nAnd the line they drew from him to me\nI've been holding it so long it felt like skin\nBut I'm setting it down\n\n[Verse 1]\nI'm a sinner but I'm mine\nI'm fallen but I'm personal\nI came in crooked but my crooked is my own\nNot a forwarding address\nI'm guilty of every thing I've done\nI'm not guilty of his\nI was thought of in the Mind before the garden\nHe just rendered first\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd the Author has my name\nThe Author has my page\nHe didn't borrow a representative\nHe didn't need a stand-in\nI was authored before the foundation\nBy a Mind that doesn't outsource\nAnd the garden was a window\nNot a door to my account\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause Adam didn't sign my name\nHe couldn't have, he wasn't asked to\nThere's no ledger with a signature\nThere's no contract on my soul\nThe Author wrote me by Himself\nThe Author wrote me by Himself\nAnd the trouble I was born with\nWas the trouble He authored too\n\n[Verse 2]\nI was made fallen but I was made\nI was made fallen but I was made specific\nThere's a thumbprint on this nature\nAnd it isn't his, it's the Mind's\nI don't carry a federal seal\nI carry my own crooked hand\nAnd the Author has been holding it\nSince before there were hands to hold\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nEzekiel said it plain\nThe son shall not bear\nThe iniquity of the father\nAnd the father shall not bear\nThe iniquity of the son\nI think the prophet knew\nWhat the lawyers later forgot\nThe soul that sinneth, it shall die\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause Adam didn't sign my name\nHe couldn't have, he wasn't asked to\nThere's no ledger with a signature\nThere's no contract on my soul\nThe Author wrote me by Himself\nThe Author wrote me by Himself\nAnd the trouble I was born with\nWas the trouble He authored too\n\n[Verse 3]\nAnd I carried the inheritance\nFor thirty-something years\nLike a debt I didn't run up\nLike a verdict I didn't earn\nThe framework didn't break me\nThe framework set me down\nAnd the One who knew my name from the beginning\nWas the One who walked into the room\n\n[Bridge]\nI'm not bigger than the tradition\nI'm just smaller than the Mind\nAnd the Mind already had me\nBefore the council had a name\nThe old church arrived at the same place\nThe directly-authored nature\nWe just took different roads to it\nBecause the road was always one Road\nAnd the Road was always Him\nAnd the Road was always Him\n\n[Final Chorus]\nAnd Adam didn't sign my name\nHe didn't have a pen for it\nThe pen was in the Author's hand\nThe page was in the Author's hand\nAnd what He wrote, He owns\nAnd what He wrote, He carries\nAnd the trouble I was born with\nWalks me back to where it started\n\n[Outro]\nThere's a story they tell about a man and a tree\nThere's a deeper story than that\nThe deeper story has my name\nThe deeper story has His name\nAnd He signed it once for both of us\nAnd the ink hasn't dried\nAnd the ink hasn't dried\n","ditch-the-garbage/head-over-feet-for-me":"\n[Intro - acoustic guitar fingerpicking warm, light brushed snare, harmonica fill, vocal entering close and conversational]\nI had it backwards\nThe whole time\nI thought I was walking toward you\nBut you'd already crossed the room\n\n[Verse 1 - conversational, list of small recognitions, warm]\nYou authored the eight-year-old\nIn the yellow dress\nYou authored the woman in the back\nWho led me through the prayer\nYou authored the wanting\nThat walked me up the aisle\nYou authored the room\nYou authored the hush\nYou authored every step\nBefore I knew there was a step to take\n\n[Pre-Chorus - warm lift, harmonica swelling]\nI've been telling the story wrong\nFor thirty years\nI thought it was the day I chose you\nI thought it was the date I wrote down\nBut you'd been writing me\nSince before the page was bound\n\n[Chorus - warm, opening, harmonica swell, gentle admission rather than anthem]\nYou've been head over feet for me\nSince before there was a me\nHead over feet for me\nSince before the world was wound\nAnd I'm head over feet for the day\nYou walked into the room I was sitting in\nWith your name already on me\nWith the page already mine\n\n[Verse 2 - more recognitions, the production reframed as His authoring]\nYou authored *Just As I Am*\nYou authored the piano\nYou authored the preacher\nWith his slow voice on the call\nYou authored the card in the pew\nThe date in the back of the Bible\nYou authored the certificate\nThat hung on my bedroom wall\nYou authored every prop\nBecause you'd already authored me\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI had it backwards for so long\nI thought the moment was the cause\nI thought the date was the ground\nBut the ground was older than the date\nThe ground was a hill\nThe ground was a Friday\nThe ground was you\n\n[Chorus]\nYou've been head over feet for me\nSince before there was a me\nHead over feet for me\nSince before the world was wound\nAnd I'm head over feet for the day\nYou walked into the room I was sitting in\nWith your name already on me\nWith the page already mine\n\n[Bridge - sparse, vocal close, harmonica solo, drums dropping then climbing softly]\nThere WAS a Decision Day\nThere WAS a yes that fixed it\nBut the yes wasn't mine\nThe yes was yours\nThe yes was *It is finished*\nOn a hill, on a Friday\nBefore there was a me to ask\n*No man cometh unto me*\n*Except the Father draw him*\nAnd you drew\n\n[Final Chorus - widening, light vocal harmonies, warm]\nYou've been head over feet for me\nSince before there was a me\nHead over feet for me\nSince before the world was wound\nAnd I'm head over feet for the Author\nWho'd been authoring me\nBefore there was a day to decide\nBefore there was a me to choose\nThe Decision was yours\nThe Decision was yours\n\n[Outro - acoustic strum settling, harmonica fading, vocal close]\nThe Decision was yours\nThe Decision was yours\nHead over feet\nHead over feet\nThe Decision was yours\n","ditch-the-garbage/am-i-really":"[Intro - single piano chord ringing, vocal entering close and weary]\nThere was a girl\nWho couldn't sleep at twenty-three\nShe had a notebook by the bed\nAnd every night she wrote the question down\nAm I really?\n\n[Verse 1 - close vocal, conversational, list of disciplines]\nShe kept a list of every Sunday she felt nothing\nShe kept a list of every prayer she couldn't finish\nShe had a journal full of self-suspicion\nAnd a Bible underlined in three different colors\nShe read Edwards on the affections\nShe read Owen on the mortification of sin\nShe did the work\nShe did all of the work\nAnd every night she wrote the question down\nAm I really?\n\n[Pre-Chorus - cello entering, build]\nAnd the pastor said examine\nAnd the deacon said examine\nAnd the small group said examine\nUntil the examining became the faith\nAnd the faith was the examining\nAnd she could not tell the difference\n\n[Chorus - haunted, building, soft lift to relative major]\nAm I really?\nAm I really?\nAm I really His or am I fooling myself?\nAm I really?\nAm I really?\nHave I done enough to know that I am known?\n\n[Verse 2 - the sermons feeding the treadmill]\nShe heard the harder-softer dynamic preached every week\nIf grace makes you joyful, you didn't really get it\nIf grace makes you confident, you didn't really get it\nIf grace makes you rest, you didn't really get it\nYou had to come back trembling\nYou had to come back uncertain\nYou had to come back asking the same question\nAnd the question was the proof you were lost\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd the pastor said examine\nAnd the deacon said examine\nAnd the small group said examine\nUntil the examining was a prison\nAnd the prison was the faith\nAnd she could not tell the difference\n\n[Chorus]\nAm I really?\nAm I really?\nAm I really His or am I fooling myself?\nAm I really?\nAm I really?\nHave I done enough to know that I am known?\n\n[Verse 3 - the turn, vocal closer, the cessation]\nShe stopped writing one day\nShe didn't decide to stop\nShe just stopped\nAnd in the silence she heard a different question\nNot *am I really His?*\nBut *is He really mine?*\nThe answer came back from a hill\nThe hill was older than her doubt\nThe answer had been there the whole time\nThe whole time she was asking the wrong question\n\n[Bridge - sparse, cello swelling, vocal close, harmonica entering]\nThe question was the wrong way around\nShe was asking if she was His\nBut He had said it on the cross\n*Yes*\nBefore she was born\n*Yes*\nBefore she could ask the question\n*Yes*\nAnd the question dissolved\nBecause the answer was older than the asking\n\n[Final Chorus - opening up, vocal harmonies, the question turned around]\nNot am I really His\nHe is really mine\nNot am I really His\nHe is really mine\nThe hill answered before I asked\nThe cross answered before I doubted\nThe Author answered before I was born\nAnd the question is at peace\n\n[Outro - piano settling, vocal stacks fading, harmonica trailing]\nHe is really mine\nHe is really mine\nThe hill is older than the doubt\nHe is really mine\n","ditch-the-garbage/names-they-call-me":"\n[Intro - punchy drum hit, vocal in already mid-thought, urgent]\nThey've got a name for me by Tuesday morning\nThey've got a label by the end of the week\nThey've got a sermon by next Sunday evening\nAnd I have stopped flinching about it\n\n[Verse 1 - rapid-fire, half-spoken, list of doctrinal labels]\nHyper, antinomian, gnostic, neonomian\nSoft, easy-believism, no-lordship, no soul\nI'm Pelagian on Monday when they don't know the word\nI'm modalist by Wednesday when they think they've heard\nI'm proud, I'm legalist, I'm divisive, I'm cold\nI'm too free, I'm too tight, I'm too young, I'm too old\nI'm a gnostic in my framework and a stoic in my pew\nI'm whatever fits the sermon that the pulpit needs to brew\n\n[Pre-Chorus - tension building, organ ghosting in]\nAnd I don't even flinch anymore at the names\nI don't even flinch anymore at the lists\n'Cause I started to notice what they had in common\nEvery label was a coordinate\nOn a map I hadn't drawn\n\n[Chorus - drums kick, electrics layer, anthem opens]\nNames they call me\nNames they call me\nEvery accusation lands at the foot of the Cross\nNames they call me\nNames they call me\nEvery coordinate marks a place where He already walked\nThrow another label\nThrow another stone\nEvery name you call me\nWas a name they called Him first\n\n[Verse 2 - the personal accusations, sharper]\nHe says I believe that Christ is a sinner\nHe says I made the Savior unclean\nHe's got his grandson carrying the rumor\nLike it's gospel, like it's true, like it's deep\nHe says I'm an online pastor with no flock\nHe says I write for the mirror, not the church\nHe says I'm too smart for my own salvation\nHe says my framework is a Trojan horse for pride\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd I don't even flinch anymore at the names\nI don't even flinch anymore at the lies\n'Cause every label is a finger on a map\nPointing to the place I knew He was\nPointing to the place I knew He had been\n\n[Chorus]\nNames they call me\nNames they call me\nEvery accusation lands at the foot of the Cross\nNames they call me\nNames they call me\nEvery coordinate marks a place where He already walked\nThrow another label\nThrow another stone\nEvery name you call me\nWas a name they called Him first\n\n[Verse 3 - the turn, slightly slowed but still propulsive, vocal closer]\nAnd then I read the gospels with my ears open\nAnd the names started lighting up like a runway\nThey called Him a glutton, they called Him a drunkard\nThey called Him a friend of sinners, the wrong kind of friend\nThey called Him a sabbath-breaker, they called Him a blasphemer\nThey called Him a demoniac, they called Him a fraud\nThey called Him a Samaritan, they called Him a deceiver\nAnd every single name they ever called Him\nWas a name they called me\n\n[Bridge - sparse, slow, vocal close, drums dropping, organ holding]\nGlutton.\nWinebibber.\nFriend of publicans.\nSabbath-breaker.\nBlasphemer.\nSamaritan.\nDemoniac.\nDeceiver.\n*Wisdom is justified of her children.*\nAnd every name they nailed Him with\nIs a stake in the ground that says\nYou're standing where He stood.\n\n[Final Chorus - rock-radio big, harmony stacks, defiance turning to praise]\nNames they call me\nNames they call me\nEvery accusation is a marker, not a verdict\nNames they call me\nNames they call me\nI am walking where He walked\nAnd the labels lit the path\nCall me what you want\nI'm wearing it like a uniform\nEvery name you call me\nWas a name they called Him first\nAnd He carried every one\n\n[Outro - widening, vocal stacks, list fading]\nHyper\nAntinomian\nGnostic\nGlutton\nWinebibber\nFriend of sinners\nNames they call me\nNames they call me\nNames they call me\n","ditch-the-garbage/plato-in-a-suit":"\n[Intro - punchy drum hit, vocal in mid-thought]\nHe didn't leave when the apostles wrote the letters\nHe just changed his clothes\nHe's been at every wake, every catechism, every Sunday morning sermon\nHiding in plain sight\nHe's wearing our suit now\n\n[Verse 1 - the funeral home / death talk, rapid fire]\nFind him at the funeral\n\"She's in a better place\"\nNo body mentioned\nHe's in the homily\nCalling the corpse a wrapper\nShe got out of it\nHum the hymn with me\n\"I'll fly away, O glory\"\nNo resurrection in the air\nRead the bumper sticker\nHalf-quoting Paul\n\"Absent from the body\" -- the verse keeps going, they leave it there\nCatch the eulogy\nCalling her body \"just a shell\"\nPlato wrote the script\n\n[Pre-Chorus - tension building, organ ghosting in]\nHe came in through Hippo\nHe came in through the Bishop\nHe came in through Augustine\nHe's wearing the vestments\nBut the suit is Greek\n\n[Chorus - drums kick, electrics layer, anthem opens]\nPlato in a suit\nPlato in a suit\nHe's smuggling Athens past the cross\nPlato in a suit\nPlato in a suit\nHe's wearing the Republic like a robe\nYou can't see him 'cause he's wearing OUR clothes\nBut the body underneath is still Greek\n\n[Verse 2 - the body / soul talk, rapid fire]\nHe's in the sermon\n\"The flesh is the enemy\"\nLike Paul didn't say \"this body\"\nHe's in the catechism\nSoul as the prize, body as a sidecar\nThe resurrection bone gone missing\nOpen the kids' Bible\nHeaven full of clouds\nNot one footstep on the new earth\nHear the \"spiritual man\" talk\nMatter as the lesser\nAthens grading our ontology\nListen to the funeral prayer\n\"Release her spirit\"\nLike the spirit was caged\nAnd the cage was the problem\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nHe's been here since Hippo\nHe came in through the Bishop\nHe's wearing the catechism\nBut the page is Greek\n\n[Chorus]\nPlato in a suit\nPlato in a suit\nHe's smuggling Athens past the cross\nPlato in a suit\nPlato in a suit\nHe's wearing the Republic like a robe\nYou can't see him 'cause he's wearing OUR clothes\nBut the body underneath is still Greek\n\n[Verse 3 - the turn, vocal closer, slightly slowed but still propulsive]\nAnd then I read the gospels with a body in mind\nAnd there was Jesus\nWalking, eating, sleeping\nWeeping, sweating, bleeding, dying\nThere was Easter\nA real body\nAsking the disciples for fish\nThere was Thomas\nA hand in real wounds\nThere was Paul\nTelling me my body would be RAISED\nNot abandoned\nThere was the Author\nWho thought my body too\nAnd Plato was suddenly nowhere\nBecause the gospel was full of flesh\n\n[Bridge - sparse, slow, vocal close, drums dropping, organ holding]\nAthens stripped off.\nJerusalem standing in flesh.\nThe Word became flesh.\nThe Word stayed flesh.\nThe grave gave the flesh back.\nThe flesh ascended.\nThe flesh is coming back.\nPlato hates this story.\nThat's how you know it's true.\n\n[Final Chorus - rock-radio big, harmony stacks, indictment turning to Easter ground]\nPlato in a suit\nPlato in a suit\nHe's been smuggling Athens past the cross for sixteen centuries\nPlato in a suit\nTake it off\nThe cross was a body\nThe grave was a body\nThe risen was a body\nThe throne is a body\nAnd the only one wearing a costume here\nIs the Greek\n\n[Outro - widening, vocal stacks fading]\nPlato in a suit\nPlato in a suit\nBut Jesus had a body\nJesus has a body\nJesus is coming back with a body\nPlato in a suit\nTake it off\n","ditch-the-garbage/storehouse-math":"[Intro - punchy drum hit, vocal in mid-thought, the math starting]\nHe's gonna preach Malachi three\nHe's gonna pass the plate\nHe's gonna call it a storehouse\nLike the temple moved to the church basement\n\n[Verse 1 - rapid-fire, half-spoken, the actual math worked out]\nTen percent of fifty thousand is five thousand\nTen percent of a hundred thousand is ten\nTen percent of food on the table is the table\nTen percent of the rent is your kid's bedroom\nTen percent of the gas in the tank is the drive home\nTen percent of the heat in the winter is January\nTen percent of the medicine is the prescription\nAnd he calls it a tithe\nAnd he calls it obedience\nAnd he calls it the storehouse\n\n[Pre-Chorus - tension building, organ ghosting in]\nAnd the pastor says trust\nAnd the pastor says obey\nAnd the pastor says open the windows of heaven\nAnd the pastor doesn't say\nWhere the new wing came from\nWhere the new screens came from\nWhere his salary came from\nWhere the lobby coffee bar came from\n\n[Chorus - drums kick, electrics layer, anthem-defiant, stacked vocals on the title]\nStorehouse math!\nStorehouse math!\nBring ten percent of everything you can't afford\nStorehouse math!\nStorehouse math!\nAnd the pastor grins as he counts the plate\nThe temple moved to the basement of the church\nThe temple moved to the basement of the church\n\n[Verse 2 - rapid-fire, sharper, the Levitical anachronism]\nLevi was a tribe with no land\nThat's why they got the tithe in the first place\nThe tithe was grain and animals, not paychecks\nThe tithe rotated every third year\nGoing to widows and strangers, not buildings\nThere's no tithe on a paycheck in the New Testament\nThere's no plate in the upper room\nThere's no storehouse in Acts\nThere's no Malachi three sermon\nThat Paul ever preached\nBut the pastor preaches it every fall\nRight before the building program drive\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd the pastor says trust\nAnd the pastor says obey\nAnd the pastor says open the windows of heaven\nAnd the pastor doesn't say\nThe storehouse is empty of Levites\nThe temple is a body now\nThe plate is the pastor's mortgage\nThe plate is the pastor's mortgage\n\n[Chorus]\nStorehouse math!\nStorehouse math!\nBring ten percent of everything you can't afford\nStorehouse math!\nStorehouse math!\nAnd the pastor grins as he counts the plate\nThe temple moved to the basement of the church\nThe temple moved to the basement of the church\n\n[Verse 3 - the turn, vocal closer, the gospel pivot]\nThe temple is Christ's body\nThe storehouse is the cross\nThe math was finished on a Friday two thousand years ago\nYou bring nothing\nYou bring the cracked vessel He fills\nYou bring the cup He pours into\nYou bring the gratitude that overflows\nNot a percentage\nNot a quota\nNot a checkbook stub for tax purposes\nA heart the Spirit moved\nGenerous because He was generous first\nFree because the price was paid\n\n[Bridge - sparse, drums dropping, vocal close, organ holding]\n*Every man according as he purposeth in his heart*\n*So let him give*\n*Not grudgingly*\n*Not of necessity*\n*For God loveth a cheerful giver*\nPaul wrote that to a church that did not pass a plate\nPaul wrote that to a church that did not preach Malachi three\nPaul wrote that to a church that gave because they wanted to\nNot because the math demanded it\n\n[Final Chorus - rock-radio big, harmony stacks, the indictment held]\nStorehouse math\nStorehouse math\nThe plate has no claim on the cup you were given\nStorehouse math\nStorehouse math\nThe math was paid on a hill on a Friday\nWhat's left is gratitude\nWhat's left is gratitude\nFree\n\n[Outro - widening, vocal stacks fading, organ trailing]\nStorehouse math\nStorehouse math\nThe math was finished at the cross\nBring what He gave you\nFree\nFree\n","ditch-the-garbage/the-chart-on-the-wall":"[Intro - acoustic strum, brushed snare, harmonica fill, vocal entering conversational]\nI had a chart on my bedroom wall\nWhen I was sixteen\nI had the centuries color-coded\nAnd I knew the order of the beasts\n\n[Verse 1 - conversational, autobiographical inventory, the stuff she owned]\nI had *The Late Great Planet Earth* in paperback\nI had the cover dog-eared from re-reading\nI had *There's a New World Coming*\nWith the underlining in green and yellow\nI had the cassette tapes from the prophecy conference\nI had the flannelgraph beasts from Sunday school\nBear and leopard and lion with wings\nAnd the little horn with the eyes\nI had the dates marked on the kitchen calendar\nAnd the cross-referenced study Bible\nWith the columns down the side\nAnd the rapture in red ink\n\n[Pre-Chorus - tension, minor color, organ entering]\nAnd I waited for the trumpet\nAnd I waited for the catching-up\nAnd I waited for the seven years\nAnd I waited for the antichrist\nAnd I read the news with a highlighter\nAnd every headline was the sign\n\n[Chorus - warm anthem lift with melancholic undertow, harmonica swell]\nThe chart on the wall\nThe chart on the wall\nColor-coded centuries and a date that kept moving\nThe chart on the wall\nThe chart on the wall\nSeventy weeks split across two thousand years\nAnd the rapture in red ink waiting to land\n\n[Verse 2 - the failed-dates catalog, slightly sardonic, still autobiographical]\nIt was supposed to happen in eighty-eight\nSomeone wrote a book with eighty-eight reasons\nThen it was supposed to happen in ninety-three\nThen it was the millennium turnover, the Y2K rapture\nThen the blood moons, the four lunar eclipses\nThen the Jubilee year somebody calculated\nThen the Israel restoration, then the Temple Mount stones\nThen the next horizon, then the next horizon, then the next horizon\nAnd the chart on the wall kept slipping\nLike a calendar that wouldn't sit still\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd I waited for the trumpet\nAnd I waited for the catching-up\nAnd I started to wonder if the trumpet was a metaphor\nAnd I started to wonder if the catching-up was already done\nAnd the chart on the wall got smaller every year\nUntil I couldn't read the colors anymore\n\n[Chorus]\nThe chart on the wall\nThe chart on the wall\nColor-coded centuries and a date that kept moving\nThe chart on the wall\nThe chart on the wall\nSeventy weeks split across two thousand years\nAnd the rapture in red ink waiting to land\n\n[Verse 3 - the turn, vocal closer, the chart literally falls]\nOne day the chart slipped off the wall\nIt just fell\nI didn't take it down\nI just stopped putting it back up\nAnd the wall was bare\nAnd in the bareness I saw what I had been missing\nThe Anointed One was cut off\nIn the middle of the week\nNot two thousand years later\nThe cross was the middle\nThe cross was the middle of one history\nThe cross was the chart\nAnd the wall stayed bare\n\n[Bridge - sparse, drums dropping, vocal close, harmonica solo]\nNot seven dispensations stacked like floors\nNot the seventy weeks split across two millennia\nNot the church a parenthesis in a bigger plan\nOne history\nOne Author\nOne cross at the middle\nAnd the Author is writing toward His own face\nAnd the chart came down\nAnd the wall is enough\n\n[Final Chorus - opening up, warm vocal harmonies, the resolution]\nThe chart on the wall\nThe chart on the wall\nCame down when the cross took its place\nThe chart on the wall\nThe chart on the wall\nThe cross was the middle the whole time\nAnd the Author is writing toward His face\nAnd the rapture in red ink was always just the cross\nAlways just the cross\n\n[Outro - acoustic strum settling, harmonica trailing, vocal soft]\nThe chart came down\nThe chart came down\nThe cross was the middle\nThe cross was the middle\nThe chart came down\n","still-the-first-time/what-plato-built":"\n[Intro - Single Synth Pad, Female Vocal Whisper]\nThere is a floor\nBeneath the floor\nYou knelt on every Sunday\nAnd it was never His\n\n[Verse 1]\nYou sang the hymns, you bowed the head\nYou said the creed your fathers said\nThe pulpit cold, the prayer worn thin\nThe candle lit, the heart turned in\n\nBut underneath the marble stone\nA Greek had built another throne\nHe never wrote a single psalm\nBut every steeple sang his song\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nHe was not the architect\nBut he laid the floor\nAnd every word your preacher learned\nWas tuned to Plato's door\n\n[Chorus]\nThis is what Plato built\nSixteen hundred years of stone\nA god you cannot blame\nAn evil never owned\nA body you must hate\nA matter you must flee\nA truth above the Truth\nThe Form they cannot see\nThis is what Plato built\nAnd you sang along\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe bed you shared, you called it shame\nThe widow's tears, the church called blame\nThe God who said \"I form the dark\"\nYou softened to a lower mark\n\nThe cause of evil pushed away\nTo human will, to disarray\nBut Isaiah wrote a different word\nAnd every steeple turned away\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nHe was not the architect\nBut he laid the floor\nAnd every flinch your pulpit had\nWas guarding Plato's door\n\n[Chorus]\nThis is what Plato built\nSixteen hundred years of stone\nA god you cannot blame\nAn evil never owned\nA body you must hate\nA matter you must flee\nA truth above the Truth\nThe Form they cannot see\nThis is what Plato built\nAnd you sang along\n\n[Bridge - Building, Synths Opening]\nBut there is a floor beneath the floor\nA thought before the stone\nA Mind that authored matter\nAnd called the matter home\n\nHe gave us bodies, called them good\nHe created light AND dark\nHe set His love on you by name\nAnd signed it with the scar\n\nKeep the idealism\nThrow the law away\nThe Mind that holds the universe\nIs personal and knows your face\n\nAnd every ruined chapel beam\nIs held by sovereign grace\n\n[Final Chorus - Wide, Major Resolution]\nThis is what He built\nEverything a thought\nSustained by living will\nAuthored by a Word\nThe body and the soul\nBoth honored and both held\nThe evil and the good\nBy His hand decreed\nThis is what He built\nAnd love is what holds on\n\n[Outro - Slow Fade to Single Voice]\nThere is a floor\nBeneath the floor\nYou knelt on every Sunday\nAnd He has been there all along\nHe has been there all along\nHe has been there\nAll along\n","still-the-first-time/written":"[Intro]\nBefore you were shaped\nBefore you came forth\nEvery member, every inclination\nWritten in His book\n\n[Verse 1]\nYou are not an accident\nYou are not a copy\nYou are not a unit in a fallen class\nBorn into a verdict handed down\n\nYou are a specific thought\nIn the mind of a specific Author\nShaped with your own weight\nNamed before the foundation of the world\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThere is no middleman\nNo federal head standing between\nNo Adam between you and the Author\nIt was always you and Him\n\n[Chorus]\nYou were written\nIn His book\nEvery member fashioned\nEvery chapter by name\nYou were written\nBefore the world began\nYour worst day was not a surprise to Him\nHe authored every frame\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe why-am-I-like-this\nHas an answer in His hand\nYou are not a problem to be solved\nYou are a thought He chose to tell\n\nThe struggle you are carrying\nWas shaped in you on purpose\nNot inherited from a stranger\nThe Potter thought you and you became\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThere is no distance\nNo generic fall between\nYou stand before the Author directly\nAs the thought He always meant\n\n[Chorus]\nYou were written\nIn His book\nEvery member fashioned\nEvery chapter by name\nYou were written\nBefore the world began\nYour worst day was not a surprise to Him\nHe authored every frame\n\n[Bridge]\nGrace was given\nBefore the world began\nBefore the garden\nBefore the man\n\nIf you are His\nThe rescue was already written\nOn the first page, in the same pen\nAs your specific shape\n\nThe story already knew\nThe story already knew\n\n[Final Chorus]\nYou were written\nIn His book\nEvery member fashioned\nEvery chapter by name\nYou were written\nBefore the world began\nRest in the hand that holds you\nHe authored every frame\n\n[Outro]\nWritten\nWritten\nBefore the world began\nYou were written\nYou were meant\nYou were thought\nYou were sent\nWritten\n","still-the-first-time/before-it-shows":"[Intro - Both, layered]\nBefore the wedding, the covenant\nBefore the water, the Spirit\nBefore the ceremony, the thought\nThe substance always before the form\n\n[Verse 1 - Male]\nI watched her cross the aisle in white\nA ceremony beautiful and slow\nBut the covenant was signed\nYears before, in a thought no witness knew\n\nI kept the ring, I spoke the vow\nThe minister said the words aloud\nBut the bond was not made that day\nThe bond was rendered into view\n\n[Pre-Chorus - Female]\nAnd that is how the Author works\nIn every frame, in every place\nThe real is real before it shows\nThe substance is the thing, the ceremony is the trace\n\n[Chorus - Both, harmony]\nBefore it shows, it is\nBefore it shows, it is\nThe invisible, the real\nThe rendering is what you see\nBut the substance held it first\nBefore it ever showed\nBefore it ever showed\n\n[Verse 2 - Female]\nI stood in the water, they held me down\nThe preacher said the words above\nBut the Spirit had already come\nLong before the river saw me go\n\nThe water did not make me new\nThe water rendered what was true\nThe baptism of the Spirit was complete\nBefore the baptism of the river met my feet\n\n[Pre-Chorus - Male]\nAnd that is how the Author works\nIn every frame, in every place\nThe real is real before it shows\nThe substance is the thing, the ceremony is the trace\n\n[Chorus - Both, harmony]\nBefore it shows, it is\nBefore it shows, it is\nThe invisible, the real\nThe rendering is what you see\nBut the substance held it first\nBefore it ever showed\nBefore it ever showed\n\n[Bridge - Call and response]\n(Male) Marriage before the ceremony\n(Female) Spirit before the water\n(Male) Election before the calling\n(Female) Justification before the cross\n\n(Both, rising)\nThe Author always holds the thought\nBefore He ever speaks it out\nThe thought precedes the rendering\nAnd the rendering becomes the sight\n\n[Verse 3 - Both, alternating lines]\n(Male) I used to think the world I saw\n(Female) Was the whole of what was real\n(Male) I used to think the substance came\n(Female) From what our hands could feel\n\n(Both, harmony)\nBut now I know the substance sits\nIn a Mind that thought it first\nAnd the world I see is the rendering\nOf what was already real\n\n[Final Chorus - Both, soaring]\nBefore it shows, it is\nBefore it shows, it is\nThe invisible, the real\nThe rendering is what you see\nBut the substance held it first\nBefore it ever showed\nBefore it ever showed\n\nThe covenant before the ceremony\nThe Spirit before the water\nThe thought before the thing\nThe substance before the form\n\n[Outro - Both]\nBefore it shows\nBefore it shows\nIt is\nIt is\n","still-the-first-time/the-room-i-was-already-in":"\n[Intro - Synth pad swells, sparse arpeggio, voice entering close]\nI had been reaching for something\nAcross a room I thought was wide\nTrying to bridge what I was told\nWas a chasm with His will on the other side\n\n[Verse 1 - Sparse, close-mic'd, almost spoken]\nI was inspecting every prayer\nFor evidence the verdict held\nI was scanning every doubt\nFor the proof that I was one of His\nI was running the catechism in my head\nAt every traffic light\nI was reading my own heart for receipts\nOf a love I could not see\n\n[Pre-Chorus - Synth pulse rising, pad bloom starts]\nBut the questions never stopped\nEven in the answers they gave\nEven on the days I knew\nI would lie awake and ask if it was true\n\n[Chorus - Drums kick, pad widens, harmonies layer]\nWhat if the chasm was never there\nWhat if the bridge I built was a story\nWhat if the room I was reaching for\nWas the room I was already in\nThe room I was already in\n\n[Verse 2 - Slightly fuller, building]\nI was reading Acts seventeen one Sunday\n*\"In him we live, and move, and have our being\"*\nAnd the word *in* did something in me\nI had been picturing Him across the room\nAnd the verse was saying I was inside Him\nThat He had never been across at all\nThat the air I was breathing was His thinking\nThat the floor I was standing on was His will\n\n[Pre-Chorus - Questions dissolving]\nAnd the questions began to quiet\nNot because they were answered\nBut because they stopped applying\nThe chasm I was straining toward\nWas not a chasm I could reach\nBecause the chasm was not there\n\n[Chorus - Same words, transformed register, more open]\nThe chasm was never there\nThe bridge I built was a story\nThe room I was reaching for\nWas the room I was already in\nThe room I was already in\n\n[Bridge - Sparse, reverbed, vocal close again, drums dropping]\nI was being thought\nI was being thought the whole time\nWhile I was building\nWhile I was inspecting\nWhile I was bridging\nWhile I was doubting\nHe was thinking me into being\nAnd the thinking was the love\nAnd the love was the ground\nAnd the ground was the room\n\n[Final Chorus - Widescreen, stacked vocals, synth anthem]\nThe chasm was never there\nThe bridge I built was a story\nThe room I was reaching for\nWas the room I was already in\nThe Author had been thinking me\nThe whole time\nThe whole time\nThe room I was already in\n\n[Outro - Fading pad sustains, vocal ascending and dissolving]\nHe was closer than that\nHe was closer than that\nHe was closer than that\nThe room I was already in\n","still-the-first-time/still-the-first-time":"[Intro - Sparse Pulsing Synth, Single Voice]\nBefore the world\nBefore the sun\nBefore a breath\nWe were one\n\n[Verse 1 - Him]\nA winter of my youth\nA porch light in the snow\nI could not find the words\nBut I already seemed to know\n\n[Verse 2 - Her]\nYou stood there at the door\nThe porch light in your hair\nI knew before I knew\nThe Author had already written us there\n\n[Pre-Chorus - Both]\nThe paper came later\nThe license was a line\nThe covenant was written\nBefore there was a time\n\n[Chorus - Both]\nStill the first time\nStill the first time\nEvery time I find you\nStill the first time\n\nStill the first time\nStill the first time\nEvery meeting new again\nStill the first time\n\n[Verse 3 - Him]\nThirty years in\nSame shy hand\nStill trembles at the weight\nOf what I still don't understand\n\n[Verse 4 - Her]\nA stone is already cut\nTwo names, one side\nThe grave is just the seam\nBetween what the Author writes\n\n[Pre-Chorus - Both]\nThe rendering will lift\nThe constraints will fall\nThe covenant that held us\nWill hold us through it all\n\n[Chorus - Both]\nStill the first time\nStill the first time\nEvery time I find you\nStill the first time\n\nStill the first time\nStill the first time\nEvery meeting new again\nStill the first time\n\n[Bridge - Call and Response]\n(Her) I will find you\n(Him) Again\n(Her) I will find you\n(Him) Again\n(Her) In the morning of forever\n(Him) I will still be at your side\n(Her) The same girl\n(Him) The same boy\n(Both) The covenant companion in the light\n\n[Final Chorus - Both, Layered in Octaves]\nStill the first time\nStill the first time\nEvery time I find you\nStill the first time\n\nStill the first time\nStill the first time\nForever new again\nStill the first time\n\n[Outro - Whispered, Fading Over Pad Wash]\nBefore the world\nBefore the sun\nBefore a breath\nWe were one\n\nStill the first time\nStill the first time\nStill the first time\n","still-the-first-time/every-frame":"\n[Intro - Both, layered]\nThe Author sees every frame\nBefore the first one ever runs\nThe story written start to end\nBefore the sun\n\n[Verse 1 - Male]\nBefore the foundation of the world\nYour name was on the page\nThe cross was thought before the tree\nBefore the law, before the rage\n\n[Verse 1 - Female]\nI lived a frame I could not see\nI sinned and stumbled, doubted, fell\nBut the page that held me from the start\nSaid I was His, said all was well\n\n[Pre-Chorus - Both, harmony]\nThe Author sees what time conceals\nHe held the frame before the throw\nWhat I learned at thirty-five\nWas true before I came to know\n\n[Chorus - Both, harmony]\nEvery frame, every frame\nThe justification was already done\nEvery frame, every frame\nThe verdict was rendered before the run\nThe film was finished in His mind\nBefore the projector's light began\nHe saw me free, He saw me whole\nBefore I drew a single human breath\n\n[Verse 2 - Male]\nThe cross rendered into time\nWhat was true in the decree\nThe blood made visible at noon\nWhat was settled in eternity\n\n[Verse 2 - Female]\nThe day I trusted I did not buy\nWhat was already mine\nThe trust was the frame catching up\nTo the substance, the design\n\n[Pre-Chorus - Both, harmony]\nThe Author sees what time conceals\nHe held the frame before the throw\nWhat I learned at thirty-five\nWas true before I came to know\n\n[Chorus - Both, harmony]\nEvery frame, every frame\nThe justification was already done\nEvery frame, every frame\nThe verdict was rendered before the run\nThe film was finished in His mind\nBefore the projector's light began\nHe saw me free, He saw me whole\nBefore I drew a single human breath\n\n[Bridge - Call and response]\n(Male) Before the first frame, the verdict\n(Female) Before the first frame, the love\n(Male) Before the first frame, the cross\n(Female) Before the first frame, the dove\n\n(Both, rising)\nThe whole strip already runs in His mind\nThe saint is walking through what is already true\nEvery wound He saw and held\nEvery joy He set in view\n\n[Final Chorus - Both, soaring]\nEvery frame, every frame\nThe justification was already done\nEvery frame, every frame\nThe verdict was rendered before the run\nThe film is finished in His mind\nThe light has been there all along\nHe sees me free, He sees me whole\nHe has been singing this same song\n\n[Outro - Both]\nEvery frame\nEvery frame\nHe saw me there\nHe saw me here\nEvery frame\nEvery frame\nThe verdict was rendered before\nThe first reel turned\n","still-the-first-time/bread-and-wine":"[Intro]\nThere is a table\nAnd it holds bread and wine\nPlain as morning\nRendered for now\n\n[Verse 1]\nSome say the bread becomes His body\nWhen a priest speaks the word\nA miracle hidden beneath the flour\nA change they cannot see\n\nSome lift the cup and bow their heads\nAs though the glass holds blood\nThey kneel before the altar rail\nAnd call the matter gold\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBut the floor is wrong, love\nThe floor is Plato's stone\nWhere matter has to become other\nTo carry any glory home\n\n[Chorus]\nBread is bread\nWine is wine\nThe table carries what the table holds\nPlain elements, real feast in time\nThe meal is the marriage supper in disguise\nThe Lamb is coming\nTill He comes, till He comes\nTill He comes, till He comes\n\n[Verse 2]\nSome say the bread is nothing\nJust a symbol of a thought\nNo presence, no rendering\nJust a story we tell\n\nThey strip the meal to metaphor\nThey hollow the moment out\nThey sit at the table and see only flour\nAnd call the emptiness their creed\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBut the floor is wrong, love\nThe floor is still Plato's stone\nWhere matter cannot carry glory\nUnless it is first disowned\n\n[Chorus]\nBread is bread\nWine is wine\nThe table carries what the table holds\nPlain elements, real feast in time\nThe meal is the marriage supper in disguise\nThe Lamb is coming\nTill He comes, till He comes\nTill He comes, till He comes\n\n[Bridge]\nSwap the floor\nAnd watch the costumes fall\nNeither transubstantiation\nNor the empty memorial\n\nThe Author renders what He sees\nIn frames we walk through slow\nThe table now is the feast to come\nAt lower resolution, on the same floor\n\nThe bread is bread\nThe wine is wine\nThe feast is coming\nAnd the meal already knows\n\n[Final Chorus]\nBread is bread\nWine is wine\nThe Father set the table for His Son\nPlain elements, real rendering\nThe meal is the marriage supper in advance\nThe Lamb is coming\nTill He comes, till He comes\nTill He comes, till He comes\n\n[Outro]\nTill He comes\nTill He comes\nThe feast is already here\nTill He comes\n","still-the-first-time/im-a-preacher":"\n[Intro - Single Synth Pad, Female Vocal Whisper]\nHe cannot order eggs without his title\nHe cannot pour water without his collar\nHe cannot speak in his own voice\nThe role has eaten the man\n\n[Verse 1]\nHe stood behind the wooden pulpit\nHe preached the truth he had received\nHe took the higher chair at dinner\nAnd let the saints below him grieve\n\nHe told the widow at the door\n*Come back when you can answer me*\nHe told the woman in the back pew\nThat she could not read what she could see\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nHe was the chair the institution built\nHe was the role the system gave\nHe was the gatekeeper the church paid\nTo keep the laity in the cave\n\n[Chorus]\n*\"I'm a preacher,\"* he says to the waitress\n*\"I'm a preacher,\"* he says to the host\n*\"I'm a preacher,\"* he says to the stranger\nWho never asked at all\nThe credential has colonized the man\nThe role has eaten the soul\n*\"I'm a preacher\"* is the only line he knows\nThe collar speaks instead of him\nThe collar speaks alone\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe widow who came begging prayer\nCould not pass his catechism\nHe sent her home with a tract instead\nAnd she wept in the parking lot\n\nThe boy who read his Bible alone\nWas told he could not understand\n*Wait for me,* the pulpit said,\n*The text needs my expert hand*\n\nThe Spirit was distributing gifts\nThrough the body without his consent\nThe pulpit could not stop the rendering\nIt just declared the rendering bent\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nHe was the chair the institution built\nHe was the role the system gave\nHe was the gatekeeper the church paid\nTo keep the laity in the cave\n\n[Chorus]\n*\"I'm a preacher,\"* he says to the waitress\n*\"I'm a preacher,\"* he says to the host\n*\"I'm a preacher,\"* he says to the stranger\nWho never asked at all\nThe credential has colonized the man\nThe role has eaten the soul\n*\"I'm a preacher\"* is the only line he knows\nThe collar speaks instead of him\nThe collar speaks alone\n\n[Bridge - Building, Synths Opening]\nBut the Author distributes gifts\nWithout consulting the seminary\nThrough the body, through every saint\nThrough the widow with her trembling cry\n\nShe prayed alone in the parking lot\nAnd the Lord heard her without mediation\nThe boy read his Bible at the kitchen table\nAnd the Spirit lit the words from inside\n\nThere is no higher tier\nThere is no priestly stair\nThere is no chair above the pew\nThe Author renders every saint\nDirectly, plainly, true\n\nThe Lord who broke bread with publicans\nNever ordered the Messiah's loaf\nHe was a man at a table eating\nThe role had not eaten Him\n\n[Final Chorus - Wide, Major Resolution]\nDrop the title, friend\nDrop the collar, friend\nDrop the *preacher's omelette*\nAnd come and sit and eat\nYou are a saint\nYou are rendered\nYou are the body of His Word\nThe Author distributes gifts\nWithout the institution's nod\nThe pulpit is not the gate\nThe Spirit goes where He will\n\n[Outro - Slow Fade to Single Voice]\nHe cannot order eggs without his title\nHe cannot pour water without his collar\nBut the Lord is in the kitchen with the layman\nAnd the bread is broken there\nAnd the bread is broken there\nThe bread is broken\nThere\n","still-the-first-time/you-are-a-priest":"\n[Intro]\nYou were not made for the back pew\nYou were not made to wait\nYou were not made to ask permission\nTo talk to the Author of your name\n\n[Verse 1]\nYou are not lay\nYou are not lesser\nYou are not the rendering they put below the rendering\nThat stands behind the wood\n\nYou are a priest\nRoyal and named\nBought by the blood that named the saint\nAnointed by the Spirit, not the institution\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThere is no middleman\nNo mediator standing between\nNo collar between you and the Author\nIt was always you and Him\n\n[Chorus]\nYou are a priest\nRoyal in His house\nEvery prayer goes straight\nEvery word He gave you is yours\nYou are a priest\nAnointed by the Spirit\nThe pulpit is not the gate\nThe Author renders you direct\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe Bible on your kitchen table\nIs not on loan from the seminary\nThe Spirit lit the words for you\nAnd the Author has been there all along\n\nThe prayer you whispered in the parking lot\nBypassed every credentialed door\nThe Lord heard you without mediation\nHe has been listening before the dawn\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThere is no higher tier\nNo spiritual stair\nNo chair above the body\nYou stand before the Author directly\nAs the priest He authored you to be\n\n[Chorus]\nYou are a priest\nRoyal in His house\nEvery prayer goes straight\nEvery word He gave you is yours\nYou are a priest\nAnointed by the Spirit\nThe pulpit is not the gate\nThe Author renders you direct\n\n[Bridge]\nThe Spirit was distributing gifts\nBefore the seminary opened its doors\nBefore the council voted on the credential\nBefore the institution wrote the rule\n\nHe distributed wisdom to the housewife\nHe distributed teaching to the carpenter\nHe distributed prayer to the widow\nHe distributed truth to the child\n\nThe body has every gift\nThe body needs no hierarchy\nThe Author renders every saint\nAnd every saint is a priest\n\n[Final Chorus]\nYou are a priest\nRoyal in His house\nEvery prayer goes straight\nEvery word He gave you is yours\nYou are a priest\nAnointed by the Spirit\nRest in the hand that holds you\nThe Author renders you direct\n\n[Outro]\nPriest\nPriest\nRoyal priesthood\nYou are a priest\nYou are anointed\nYou are direct\nYou are His\nPriest\n","still-the-first-time/tender-and-strong":"[Intro - Male]\nBefore I saw it\nYou had seen\nBefore I felt it\nYou had known\n\n[Verse 1 - Male]\nYou saw the grief before I did\nYou felt the wound before I knew\nYou held the broken thing in silence\nWhile I figured what to do\n\nYou prayed the prayers I never prayed\nYou wept the tears I couldn't show\nYou carried every child I missed\nAnd taught my hand to be slow\n\n[Pre-Chorus - Both, harmony]\nThis is not the lesser gift\nThis is the stronger part\nThe Lord who wept for Lazarus\nMade the tenderness your heart\n\n[Chorus - Both, harmony]\nThank God for the women\nThank God for the hands that hold\nThank God for the quiet mercy\nThat keeps the body whole\n\nThank God for the tenderness\nThe love that sees us through\nThank God for the gift He gave us\nWhen He gave us you\n\n[Verse 2 - Female]\nI have been the one who noticed\nI have been the one who knelt\nI have held the trembling sister\nWhen the weight was what I felt\n\nI have prayed behind the curtains\nI have poured the cup of hope\nI have watched my brothers argue\nWhile I made the broken cope\n\n[Pre-Chorus - Both, harmony]\nThis is not the lesser gift\nThis is the stronger part\nThe Lord who washed the feet of men\nMade the tenderness your heart\n\n[Chorus - Both, harmony]\nThank God for the women\nThank God for the hands that hold\nThank God for the quiet mercy\nThat keeps the body whole\n\nThank God for the tenderness\nThe love that sees us through\nThank God for the gift He gave us\nWhen He gave us you\n\n[Bridge - call and response]\n(Male) Christ wept at the tomb of Lazarus\n(Female) Christ cooked breakfast on the shore\n(Male) Christ washed the feet of men who failed Him\n(Female) Tender was the Lord\n\n(Both, rising)\nTender was the Lord\nTender was the Lord\nHe made you in the image\nOf the love that bore it all\n\n[Final Chorus - Both, soaring harmony]\nThank God for the women\nThank God for the hands that hold\nThank God for the quiet mercy\nThat keeps the body whole\n\nThank God for the tenderness\nThe love that sees us through\nThank God for the gift He gave us\nWhen He gave us you\n\n[Outro - Both]\nTender and strong\nTender and strong\nThank God for the women\nTender and strong\n","still-the-first-time/he-goes-first":"\n[Intro - Female]\nHe goes first\nHe goes first in love\nHe goes first in dying\nAnd that is why I can answer\n\n[Verse 1 - Female]\nI was told the verse was a chain\nA word the men used to silence what I knew\nI was told to bow lower when the bowing already broke me\nI was told to call my humiliation holy\n\nI watched them preach it for an hour\nAnd refuse the heavier word four lines down\nI learned what the verse costs\nWhen the man receiving it has not bled for you\n\n[Pre-Chorus - Female]\nBut you do not say it to me\nYou do not have to say it to me\nYou go first\nAnd I find I want to follow\n\n[Chorus - Female]\nI want to\nI want to\nThis is not coerced, this is not extracted\nThis is freely as the gospel\nBecause you go first in love\nI receive and I offer\nBecause you bled before you asked\nThe yes is mine to give\nAnd I give it\nJoyfully\n\n[Verse 2 - Female]\nYou die before you lead\nYou serve before you stand\nYou listen when I speak\nYou honor what I am\n\nYou bear the heavier weight\nAnd never make me carry it\nYou take the harder vow\nAnd never quote it at me\n\n[Pre-Chorus - Female]\nAnd what I offer back\nIs not what they demanded\nIt is what your dying made beautiful to give\nIt is the yes that was never theirs to ask for\n\n[Chorus - Female]\nI want to\nI want to\nThis is not coerced, this is not extracted\nThis is freely as the gospel\nBecause you go first in love\nI receive and I offer\nBecause you bled before you asked\nThe yes is mine to give\nAnd I give it\nJoyfully\n\n[Bridge - Female]\nThe cross is the standard\nThe covenant is the floor\nYou render Christ to me\nAnd I render the bride to you\nThis is what Paul actually wrote\nBeneath the centuries of misuse\nA tender marriage rendering the gospel\nAt the level of one woman's yes\n\n[Final Chorus - Female with layered female harmonies]\nI want to\nI want to\nThis is not coerced, this is not extracted\nThis is freely as the gospel\nBecause you go first in love\nI receive and I offer\nBecause you bled before you asked\nThe yes is mine to give\nAnd I give it\nJoyfully\n\n[Outro - Female]\nHe goes first\nHe goes first\nAnd I follow\nFreely\nHe goes first\nAnd my yes\nIs mine to give\nAnd I give it\nJoyfully\n","still-the-first-time/one-flesh":"[Intro - Both, layered]\nWhat God hath joined\nLet no man put asunder\nThe two become one\nBefore the morning comes\n\n[Verse 1 - Husband]\nYou were given to me by a hand I cannot see\nBefore either of us knew what a covenant meant\nI watched you cross a room and I knew\nSomething older than us was already at work\n\nAnd now when I reach for you in the dark\nI am not beginning anything\nI am continuing what the Author wrote\nBefore the foundation of the world\n\n[Pre-Chorus - Wife]\nAnd this is not a contract\nThis is a thought the Lord thinks\nRendered in our hands, in our eyes\nIn the silence that holds more than it says\n\n[Chorus - Both, harmony]\nOne flesh\nOne flesh\nWhat God has joined, the grave cannot divide\nOne flesh\nOne flesh\nA rendering of Christ and His bride\nThe covenant keeps\nPast the morning, past the years\nPast the seam where the body fails\nOne flesh\n\n[Verse 2 - Wife]\nI was given to you by a hand I did not see\nBefore either of us had a name to speak\nThe vow we made with witnesses\nWas signed on a page that had waited for our ink\n\nAnd now when I come to you in the night\nI am not giving you something new\nI am giving you the thing the Author gave\nBefore the first frame of the filmstrip moved\n\n[Pre-Chorus - Husband]\nAnd this is not obligation\nThis is a thought the Lord thinks\nRendered in my hands, in my eyes\nIn the breath that carries what it cannot speak\n\n[Chorus - Both, harmony]\nOne flesh\nOne flesh\nWhat God has joined, the grave cannot divide\nOne flesh\nOne flesh\nA rendering of Christ and His bride\nThe covenant keeps\nPast the morning, past the years\nPast the seam where the body fails\nOne flesh\n\n[Bridge - Trading lines]\n(Husband) You are my home\n(Wife) You are my ground\n(Husband) You are the covenant in a body\n(Wife) You are the picture of the Bridegroom\n\n(Both, rising)\nWe are a picture\nWe are a picture\nOf a Love older than ourselves\nOf a Love that had us\nBefore we had each other\n\n[Final Chorus - Both, soaring]\nOne flesh\nOne flesh\nWhat God has joined, the grave cannot divide\nOne flesh\nOne flesh\nA rendering of Christ and His bride\nThe covenant keeps\nPast the morning, past the years\nPast the seam where the body fails\nOne flesh\n\n[Outro - Both]\nOne flesh\nOne flesh\nPast the seam\nPast the seam\nWe are one\nStill one\nOne flesh\n","still-the-first-time/the-measure":"\n[Intro - one cold synth bell, the clerk-narrator alone, almost spoken]\n\nLet the record show the room was full.\nLet the record show the verdict came in first.\n\n[Verse 1 - the court, the narrator reading the file, detached]\n\nThey had the verdict typed before he crossed the floor.\nTwenty years it sat there, and it never needed him.\nA man can answer slow, a man can answer true,\na man can answer all his life, the bench has somewhere else to be.\nThey did not come to weigh him.\nThey came to read the thing they brought.\n\n[Chorus - the verdict, read flat and cold, returns identical each time]\n\nThe finding is heresy.\nHe said the words, and the words are enough.\nNot what he meant, the bench will not weigh what he meant.\nHe said the words, and the words are enough.\nWrite it down. The finding is heresy.\nThis is the measure. This is the measure they keep.\n\n[Verse 2 - he answers in the words of the Judge, the narrator still cold]\n\nHe did not raise his voice, he did not mount a defense.\nHe brought the red letters, he read the bench the words of the Lord.\nHe said, judge not the man according to the appearance.\nHe said, judge righteous judgment, weigh the thing beneath the word.\nHe handed them the Judge's own instruction.\nAnd the bench wrote heresy across the page.\n\n[Chorus - the verdict, identical]\n\nThe finding is heresy.\nHe said the words, and the words are enough.\nNot what he meant, the bench will not weigh what he meant.\nHe said the words, and the words are enough.\nWrite it down. The finding is heresy.\nThis is the measure. This is the measure they keep.\n\n[Verse 3 - he answers again, still only the Master's words]\n\nHe read them more, he gave them every word he had,\nand every word he had was still the Master's, never his.\nHe said, first take the beam, the beam that is in your own eye.\nHe said, the one without the sin, let him be first to cast the stone.\nHe quoted them the Judge they say they serve.\nAnd the bench wrote heresy across the page.\n\n[Verse 4 - the collapse, the doctrinal mechanism, narrator precise and cold]\n\nNow hear what the charge is, hear what heresy means in this room.\nIt means to take the words he was made sin, and load the sin into his nature.\nHe never said it. He said imputed. He said reckoned, he said borne.\nHe kept the sense the Scripture keeps, he held the careful line.\nBut the bench said sense is nothing, only the surface of the word.\nAnd to charge him with the collapse, the bench first had to collapse it.\n\n[Chorus - the verdict, identical]\n\nThe finding is heresy.\nHe said the words, and the words are enough.\nNot what he meant, the bench will not weigh what he meant.\nHe said the words, and the words are enough.\nWrite it down. The finding is heresy.\nThis is the measure. This is the measure they keep.\n\n[Bridge - the turn, the narrator still never raising her voice]\n\nAnd here is the thing the room was far too certain to hear.\nEvery line he read was never a man pleading for his life.\nIt was the Judge. It was the Judge, and He was speaking to the bench.\nJudge not, He said, or you will stand exactly where you put him.\nWith what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.\nThey were not trying a heretic.\nThey were heretics, trying the man who read them their own sentence.\n\n[Final Chorus - the verdict reversed, the one change in the song, colder and quieter]\n\nThe finding is heresy.\nThey said the word, and the word was enough.\nNot what was meant, they would not weigh what was meant.\nThey said the sense is nothing, only the surface of the word.\nWrite it down. The finding is heresy.\nAnd the heretics are the bench that wrote it down.\nThis is the measure. This was always the measure they keep.\nWith what measure they mete, it is measured to them now.\n\n[Outro - one cold bell, the clerk-narrator alone again]\n\nThe gate still closes, it closed a long time ago.\nIn their book the finding stands, and the finding wears his name.\nBut the record is not theirs, the record was never theirs.\nLet the record show the other finding now.\nJudge not.\nWith what measure ye mete.\n","still-the-first-time/not-one":"\n[Intro - Whispered, single synth pad]\nHe typed it in capital letters\nWhere everyone could see\nNOT ONE\nLike he was God for the morning\n\n[Verse 1]\nThe famous preacher had not saved a single soul\nForty years of tracts had not saved one\nThe man had counted heaven's ledger from a chair he did not own\nThe verdict came down before the day was done\n\nA brother in the comments said *you cannot know that*\nHe held the same five points, he held the same hard floor\nHe said *the Word can land where you have not approved it*\nHe said *the Spirit goes through every door*\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd the room turned on him fast\nFaster than the room had ever turned\nOn any man who had stood with them yesterday\n\n[Chorus]\nNOT ONE\nThe capital letters said\nNOT ONE\nA man with a roll of the dead\nNOT ONE\nThe omniscience of a keyboard at noon\nThe gate closed in the afternoon\nAnd the brother sat alone in the comments\nNOT ONE\nThe man said\nAnd the Lord, watching, smiled at the small noise\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe brother had quoted scripture\nThe brother had not been heard\nThey turned his words into a strawman\nThey lit the strawman with a single word\n\n\"Repent,\" they said\n*Of what,* he said\n*Of tolerance,* they said\n*Tolerance of the false is the false itself*\n\nHe tried again\nThe patience of a man who knew the tone\nHe distinguished. He clarified. He held his ground.\n\nThe next reply was the ringing of the gate\n*You're offended at grace,* the verdict came\nAnd there was nothing left to say\nAnd the brother sat alone with his Bible open\nOn a Tuesday afternoon\nIn a comment thread\nOn a wall\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd the gate had closed at noon\nOn a man who had agreed with them on every point that mattered\nHe had only refused\nTo say *NOT ONE*\n\n[Chorus]\nNOT ONE\nThe capital letters said\nNOT ONE\nA man with a roll of the dead\nNOT ONE\nThe omniscience of a keyboard at noon\nThe gate closed in the afternoon\nAnd the brother sat alone in the comments\nNOT ONE\nThe man said\nAnd the Lord, watching, smiled at the small noise\n\n[Bridge - Building, synths opening]\nBut the Lord keeps a different ledger\nThe Lord does not need a man with capital letters\nThe Lord saved Wesley though Wesley got it wrong\nThe Lord saved the widow in the back pew the gatekeeper would not bless\nThe Lord saves through tracts the institution has not approved\nThe Spirit goes where He will\nAnd the gate at the wall has no key the Lord has signed\n\nThe roll the man keeps is not the roll the Lamb opens\n\n[Final Chorus - Wide, major resolution]\nNOT ONE\nThe man said\nAnd the Lord said *one*\nAnd *one*\nAnd *one*\nHe saved one through a tract you would have called false\nHe saved one through a hymn you would have flagged as wrong\nHe saved one this morning through a page you would burn\n\nThe roll is not yours to keep\nThe roll belongs to the Lamb\nAnd the gate you closed at noon\nWas never your gate to close\n\nNOT ONE\nBecomes the beam inside your eye\nNOT ONE\nBecomes the man who could not see\nThe Lord goes where He will\nThe Word does its work\nWithout your permission\n\n[Outro - Slow fade to single voice]\nHe typed it in capital letters\nWhere everyone could see\nNOT ONE\nAnd the Lord, watching\nSmiled at the small noise\nAnd went on saving\nThe ones the man would not allow\nThe ones the man\nWould not allow\n","sweet-release/a-thought-in-the-mind-of-god":"\n[Intro - Single Pulsing Synth]\nOne sentence\nOne thought\nOne mind\nThat holds the lot\n\n[Verse 1]\nBefore the light\nBefore the frame\nBefore a single star had name\nA mind was thinking\nWhole and still\nA thought sustained\nBy sovereign will\n\nNot built like clockwork\nLeft to spin\nBut held like breath\nThat won't wear thin\nThe atom and the angel's wing\nBoth rest inside\nThe same one thing\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNot a machine\nNot a design\nBut a thought\nIn a living mind\n\n[Chorus]\nA thought in the mind of God\nSustained by His will\nAuthored by His purpose\nAnd the covenants hold me still\n\nA thought in the mind of God\nNot wound up and left to run\nBut held by the very hand\nThat holds the burning sun\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe filmmaker\nSees every frame\nThe characters\nDon't know His name\nThey feel the story\nFrame by frame\nBut He has seen\nThe end the same\n\nThe cross was thought\nBefore the tree\nThe blood was purposed\nBefore me\nThe Lamb was slain\nBefore the world\nBefore the first\nDark flag unfurled\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNot permission\nNot a plan B\nBut the Author\nWriting history\n\n[Chorus]\nA thought in the mind of God\nSustained by His will\nAuthored by His purpose\nAnd the covenants hold me still\n\nA thought in the mind of God\nNot wound up and left to run\nBut held by the very hand\nThat holds the burning sun\n\n[Bridge - Builds, Synths Opening]\nAnd then the Author\nStepped inside\nHis own story\nLived and died\n\nThe mind that held\nThe universe\nTook on flesh\nAnd bore the curse\n\nHe rendered glory\nInto bone\nHe walked the frames\nHe'd always known\nHe ate the fish\nHe wore the scars\nThe Author living\nPast the bars\n\nThe rendering\nSustained His death\nThe thought kept thinking\nPast His breath\nThe character died\nThe Author wrote\nThe loop held fast\nThe story spoke\n\n[Final Chorus - Wide, Full, Major Shift]\nA thought in the mind of God\nThat's all I ever was\nNot an accident or afterthought\nBut purposed just because\n\nA thought in the mind of God\nBefore the world began\nHeld together not by contracts\nBut by love's eternal hand\n\nA thought in the mind of God\nThe sharpest truth I know\nProduces not the coldest heart\nBut the widest arms to show\n\n[Outro - Slow Fade to Single Voice]\nOne sentence\nThirty chapters\nZero contradictions\nLove the answer\n\nEverything that exists\nIs a thought in His mind\nSustained by His will\nAnd held\nBy covenants\nOf love\n","sweet-release/bit-from-god":"[Intro - Cold Sequenced Arpeggio]\nIn the beginning\nWas the Word\nNot the atom\nThe Word\n\n[Verse 1]\nWheeler said it\nFrom his Princeton chair\n\"It from bit\"\nInformation's there\nAt the bottom of the real\nPast the atom past the veil\nNot the matter first\nBut the signal in the dark\n\nA programmer knows\nWhat authored code looks like\nForty years of building\nAnd I've never seen it strike\nFrom random noise\nFrom undirected chance\nEvery system I have seen\nWas written in advance\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThey got the architecture right\nThey got the structure cold\nBut they couldn't name the Architect\nSo the building has no soul\n\n[Chorus]\nBit from God\nNot it from bit\nThe information has a Mind\nAnd the Mind won't quit\nThe code is running\nThe render's live\nThe Programmer is personal\nAnd the program is alive\n\nBit from God\nThe Word came first\nBefore the particle\nBefore the burst\nThe things that are seen\nWere not made of things that appear\nThe Author wrote the rendering\nAnd the Author's still right here\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe photon moves\nThrough both the slits\nA wave until\nYou look at it\nThen it collapses\nInto one\nThe observation\nGets it done\n\nThe physicists\nHave argued years\nWhy watching changes\nWhat appears\nI know the answer\nAnd it's free\nThe rendering engine\nRenders what it needs\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThey see the code\nBut not the Coder\nThey see the sim\nBut not the Author\nThey asked the right question\nWith the wrong answer\nThe Simulator has a name\nAnd the name is Master\n\n[Chorus]\nBit from God\nNot it from bit\nThe information has a Mind\nAnd the Mind won't quit\nThe code is running\nThe render's live\nThe Programmer is personal\nAnd the program is alive\n\nBit from God\nThe Word came first\nBefore the particle\nBefore the burst\nThe things that are seen\nWere not made of things that appear\nThe Author wrote the rendering\nAnd the Author's still right here\n\n[Bridge - Synths Build, Dark and Cinematic]\nFour letters in the code of life\nAdenine and thymine\nGuanine cytosine\nWritten like a line\n\nOf software\nRunning in the cell\nError-checked and nested\nMore complex than I could tell\n\nIn forty years\nOf writing code\nI've never seen\nA random road\nProduce a system\nThat could read itself\nAnd execute\nWithout somebody's help\n\nA designer builds a clock\nAnd walks away\nAn Author thinks a thought\nAnd the thought must stay\nRemove the Mind\nAnd the matter's gone\nBecause the matter\nWas the Mind's song all along\n\n[Final Chorus - Full, Triumphant, Major Resolution]\nBit from God\nThat's what you are\nNot chemistry\nBut a burning star\nInside a Mind\nThat will not forget\nA thought being thought\nThat has not ended yet\n\nBit from God\nThe Word was first\nAnd the Word became flesh\nAnd walked the earth\nAnd the flesh ate fish\nAfter it had died\nBecause the rendering\nWas upgraded from inside\n\n[Outro - Single Voice Over Fading Synth]\nWheeler said \"it from bit\"\nI say \"bit from God\"\nThe difference is a Person\nAnd the Person is the Word\n","sweet-release/every-room":"\n[Intro]\nBack door\nFirst grade\nSmall boy\nAfraid\n\n[Verse 1]\nI learned to read the room\nBefore the room could read me\nMama's face at dawn\nTold me all I'd need\n\nI checked the eyes before the words\nI checked the air before the sound\nI walked through every open door\nAlready knowing what I'd found\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nEvery room\nEvery face\nEvery word\nOut of place\n\n[Chorus]\nEvery room I've ever walked into\nI was already there\nReading what they couldn't say\nCarrying what they couldn't bear\n\nEvery room I've ever walked into\nI knew before I stepped inside\nWho was safe and who was sharp\nAnd where the truth would have to hide\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe pew, the desk, the parking lot\nThe meeting and the call\nI scan it like I'm six years old\nAnd standing in the hall\n\nIt's not a choice, it never was\nThe wiring doesn't quit\nI see the room before the room\nHas time to show me it\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nEvery shift\nEvery turn\nEvery bridge\nLeft to burn\n\n[Chorus]\nEvery room I've ever walked into\nI was already there\nReading what they couldn't say\nCarrying what they couldn't bear\n\nEvery room I've ever walked into\nI knew before I stepped inside\nWho was safe and who was sharp\nAnd where the truth would have to hide\n\n[Bridge - Synth Transition]\nBut there's a room I cannot scan\nA room that scans me first\nWhere every version I've curated\nFalls apart for what it's worth\n\nNo back door and no bingo card\nNo glass between the view\nJust a Voice that knew my name\nBefore I ever knew\n\n[Final Chorus - Full Synth]\nEvery room I've ever walked into\nHe was already there\nSeeing what I couldn't show\nHolding what I couldn't share\n\nEvery room I've ever walked into\nWas practice for this place\nWhere the scanning finally stops\nAnd I'm standing face to face\n\n[Outro - Voice and Single Synth Pad]\nBack door\nFirst grade\nSmall boy\nNo longer afraid\n","sweet-release/the-man-behind-the-glass":"\n[Intro - Slow, Pulsing Synth]\nThere's a room\nNo one finds\nWhere I keep\nEvery line\n\n[Verse 1]\nI learned early how to read the room\nWhat to show and what to leave in the gloom\nA word for her and a word for him\nA careful smile when the lights grow dim\n\nI carry pieces no one asks to hold\nVersions shaped before the story's told\nNot a liar -- something worse, maybe kind\nJust a man who learned to guard his mind\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd the weight of knowing\nWhat I'll never say\nFeels like breathing underwater\nEvery single day\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm the man behind the glass\nHolding every truth that cannot pass\nYou see the version I allow\nBut there's a room you'll never know\nI'm the man behind the glass\nAnd the silence is the only thing that lasts\nI built the walls to keep you safe\nBut I'm the one who lives inside the cage\n\n[Verse 2]\nShe gets the steady and the warm and the sure\nHe gets the laughter and the easy cure\nThe church gets Sunday and the patient face\nAnd God gets everything I can't erase\n\nI hold the mirror and I hold the frame\nI choose the angle and I choose the name\nNot for power -- never that -- just for peace\nA quiet order that will never cease\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd the cost of shielding\nWhat I know is true\nIs a room where no one enters\nNot even you\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm the man behind the glass\nHolding every truth that cannot pass\nYou see the version I allow\nBut there's a room you'll never know\nI'm the man behind the glass\nAnd the silence is the only thing that lasts\nI built the walls to keep you safe\nBut I'm the one who lives inside the cage\n\n[Bridge - Sparse, Almost Whispered]\nI'm not hiding\nI'm not false\nI'm just carrying\nWhat love costs\n\nEvery version\nHas my heart\nEvery silence\nPlays its part\n\nBut somewhere in the quiet\nPast the glass and past the frame\nThere's a man who's never spoken\nWho is waiting\nTo be named\n\n[Final Chorus - Wider, Fuller]\nI'm the man behind the glass\nHolding every truth that cannot pass\nBut maybe grace can crack the pane\nAnd let the light fall on my name\nI'm the man behind the glass\nAnd the silence doesn't have to last\nYou built the walls -- now let them fall\nHis mercy sees behind them all\n\n[Outro - Slow Fade]\nThere's a room\nNo one finds\nBut He's there\nAll the time\n","sweet-release/pepper-in-the-wind":"\n[Intro]\nYou stir the air\nYou shake the flame\nYou think the gust\nWill make you change\n\n[Verse 1]\nYou chase the wind, believing strength\nCan shape the course you have to run\nYou think your fervour, passion, will\nWill make you righteous in the sun\n\nYou sprinkle hope like pepper rain\nYou think the taste will make you clean\nBut every breath you think you gain\nJust keeps you bound to what has been\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWhat you clothe in white\nIs still the same within\nNothing made pure\nBy what you think you bring\n\n[Chorus]\nYou chase the wind\nBut it slips right through\nYou run so hard\nBut it's never you\nYou think you stand\nBut you only spin\nIt's just like tossing\nPepper in the wind\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou cry out loud with fervent cry\nYou flash your zeal for all to see\nYou think your heat can burn the dark\nYou think your effort sets you free\n\nBut every spark you call your flame\nJust dances wild on surface thin\nYou can't control the raging storm\nYou can't become what you are not in\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAll the noise you raise\nIs still a shadow's din\nNothing stands firm\nBy what you try to win\n\n[Chorus]\nYou chase the wind\nBut it slips right through\nYou run so hard\nBut it's never you\nYou think you stand\nBut you only spin\nIt's just like tossing\nPepper in the wind\n\n[Bridge]\nAnd in the quiet\nTruth remains\nNot by fervour\nNot by claims\n\nOnly mercy\nOnly grace\nDrops like rain\nIn broken place\n\n[Final Chorus]\nYou chase the wind\nBut now you see\nYour strength is weak\nYour heart is free\nNot by fire\nNot by spin\nNo more throwing\nPepper in the wind\n\n[Outro]\nYou chase the wind\nBut now you know\nHis mercy falls\nAnd makes you whole\n","sweet-release/glass-cathedral":"\n[Intro]\nI built it high\nI built it wide\nA house of glass\nWith God inside\n\n[Verse 1]\nEvery window stained with prayer\nEvery pillar placed with care\nEvery stone a righteous word\nEvery echo something heard\n\nI polished every sacred wall\nI thought my tower would not fall\nI preached my name into the sky\nAnd never asked the reason why\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBut the light\nCame pouring through\nAnd every crack\nWas shining too\n\n[Chorus]\nGlass cathedral\nShining bright\nBuilt on nothing\nBut my light\n\nGlass cathedral\nWatch it fall\nGrace was never\nMine to call\n\nGlass cathedral\nNow I see\nWhat I built\nCould never be\n\n[Verse 2]\nEvery sermon I designed\nEvery truth I thought was mine\nEvery crown of words I wore\nJust a shadow, nothing more\n\nThe silence came without a sound\nAnd laid my monument to ground\nNo hand of mine could hold the frame\nWhen mercy whispered out my name\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd the walls\nBegan to shake\nWhat I built\nHe chose to break\n\n[Chorus]\nGlass cathedral\nShining bright\nBuilt on nothing\nBut my light\n\nGlass cathedral\nWatch it fall\nGrace was never\nMine to call\n\nGlass cathedral\nNow I see\nWhat I built\nCould never be\n\n[Bridge]\nLet it shatter\nLet it fall\nLet the mercy\nCover all\n\nNot my tower\nNot my throne\nJust His grace\nAnd grace alone\n\n[Final Chorus]\nGlass cathedral\nOn the ground\nWhere His mercy\nFinally found\n\nGlass cathedral\nTurned to dust\nNow my heart\nIs built on trust\n\nGlass cathedral\nFade away\nOnly grace\nWill ever stay\n\n[Outro]\nI built it high\nI built it wide\nBut now He lives\nWhere pride has died\n","sweet-release/break-the-throne":"\n[Intro]\nI built a throne\nInside my mind\nA crown of truth\nI thought was mine\n\n[Verse 1]\nPride was whispering in my ear\nTelling me that I was clear\nEvery word I threw like stone\nEvery truth I claimed my own\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBut in the quiet\nI began to see\nThe war inside\nWas ruling me\n\n[Chorus]\nBreak the throne\nInside my heart\nTear the crown\nAnd pull it apart\n\nOnly grace\nCan make me see\nMy will was\nNever truly free\n\nBreak the throne\nEnd the fight\nTurn my blindness\nInto light\n\nOnly You\nCan make me whole\nOnly You\nCan rule my soul\n\n[Verse 2]\nI saw failure everywhere\nEvery fault I could declare\nBut the mirror told the truth\nEvery war began in me\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd in the silence\nMercy came\nAnd everything\nWas not the same\n\n[Chorus]\nBreak the throne\nInside my heart\nTear the crown\nAnd pull it apart\n\nOnly grace\nCan make me see\nMy will was\nNever truly free\n\nBreak the throne\nEnd the fight\nTurn my blindness\nInto light\n\nOnly You\nCan make me whole\nOnly You\nCan rule my soul\n\n[Bridge]\nNot my strength\nNot my voice\nNot the battles\nOr the choice\n\nMercy falling\nLike the rain\nBreaking pride\nAnd every chain\n\n[Final Chorus]\nBreak the throne\nInside my heart\nTear the crown\nAnd pull it apart\n\nOnly grace\nCan make me see\nMy will was\nNever truly free\n\nBreak the throne\nEnd the fight\nTurn my blindness\nInto light\n\nOnly You\nCan make me whole\nOnly You\nCan rule my soul\n\n[Outro]\nThe throne is gone\nThe war is done\nGrace has won\nGrace has wons","sweet-release/sweet-release":"\n[Verse 1]\nRaised in and out of churches\nDifferent creeds, different names\nDifferent men behind the pulpit\nDifferent fires, different flames\n\nSomething in their voices lingered\nSomething colder, something true\nNot the sound of human striving\nBut a voice that cut me through\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNot through knowledge\nNot through earned belief\nSomething deeper\nCalling underneath\n\n[Chorus]\nIt was never up to me\nNever mine to earn or keep\nIn the silence I could hear\nChrist was calling to His sheep\n\nNot my will, not my release\nNot my strength to make me free\nIn the dark He spoke my name\nAnd His grace awakened me\n\n[Verse 2]\nThey spoke of ladders built to heaven\nSteps of effort, steps of pain\nBut the Grace preacher spoke of mercy\nNot of loss, and not of gain\n\nNo proud title could contain it\nNo degree could make it stay\nJust the love of Christ descending\nWhere no human hands could reach\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNot through choosing\nNot through force of will\nHe was calling\nAnd He calls me still\n\n[Chorus]\nIt was never up to me\nNever mine to earn or keep\nIn the silence I could hear\nChrist was calling to His sheep\n\nNot my will, not my release\nNot my strength to make me free\nIn the dark He spoke my name\nAnd His grace awakened me\n\n[Bridge]\nIf Christ is not the center\nIf His voice begins to fade\nAll the words become like shadows\nAll the light becomes afraid\n\nRun from every empty sermon\nRun from every hollow sound\nOnly one voice brings the dead to life\nOnly one voice calls the found\n\n[Chorus]\nIt was never up to me\nNever mine to earn or keep\nIn the silence I could hear\nChrist was calling to His sheep\n\nNot my will, not my release\nNot my strength to make me free\nIn the dark He spoke my name\nAnd His grace awakened me\n\n[Outro]\nRaised in and out of churches\nDifferent creeds, different names\nNow my heart rests in the silence\nWhere His voice remains\n\nSweet release\nSweet release\nSweet release","sweet-release/head-over-heels":"\n[Intro]\nI was lost\nIn the night\nSearching hard\nFor the light\n\nThen Your grace\nCalled my name\nNothing ever\nWas the same\n\n[Verse 1]\nI was running through the dark\nEvery road led back to me\nEvery answer that I held\nNever set this captive free\n\nThen Your mercy found my heart\nLike a fire in the rain\nAnd the love I never knew\nNow is burning in my veins\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNow I see\nNow I know\nWhere my restless heart must go\n\n[Chorus]\nHead over heels\nFor Your grace\nFor the mercy\nOn Your face\n\nHeart on fire\nSoul awake\nFor the love\nYou freely gave\n\nHead over heels\nI proclaim\nAll the glory\nOf Your name\n\nI was blind\nNow I see\nWhat Your grace\nHas done for me\n\n[Verse 2]\nEvery crown I tried to wear\nFell like dust before Your throne\nEvery kingdom built on pride\nCould not stand Your love alone\n\nNow my voice begins to rise\nLike a song I cannot hide\nAll the world must hear the news\nOf the Savior crucified\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNow my heart\nNow my song\nTells the world\nWhere I belong\n\n[Chorus]\nHead over heels\nFor Your grace\nFor the mercy\nOn Your face\n\nHeart on fire\nSoul awake\nFor the love\nYou freely gave\n\nHead over heels\nI proclaim\nAll the glory\nOf Your name\n\nI was blind\nNow I see\nWhat Your grace\nHas done for me\n\n[Bridge]\nGrace that found me\nGrace that won\nGrace that saved\nWhat I'd become\n\nMercy falling\nLike the rain\nWashing every\nHidden stain\n\n[Final Chorus]\nHead over heels\nFor Your grace\nFor the mercy\nOn Your face\n\nHeart on fire\nSoul awake\nFor the love\nYou freely gave\n\nHead over heels\nI will sing\nOf the mercy\nOf my King\n\nEvery breath\nEvery day\nI will live\nTo shout Your praise\n\n[Outro]\nHead over heels\nStill I fall\nFor the grace\nThat gave me alls","sweet-release/cover-me":"\n[Intro]\nReach into the silence\nTouch what lies beneath\nAll the things I buried\nStill remain in me\n\n[Verse 1]\nI believed in my reflection\nTrusted what I saw\nBuilt my life on fragile ground\nIgnoring every flaw\n\nI tried to be forgiven\nTried to be made whole\nBut every effort only showed\nThe darkness in my soul\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNo strength of mine\nCould make me clean\nNo will of mine\nCould intervene\n\n[Chorus]\nCover me\nIn mercy I could never earn\nCover me\nIn love I could never return\n\nSee in me\nWhat I could never be alone\nCover me\nAnd call this broken heart Your own\n\n[Verse 2]\nEvery thought that rose within me\nCarried silent shame\nEvery truth I tried to hide\nStill remained the same\n\nI could not escape myself\nCould not break the chain\nEvery path I walked alone\nLed me back again\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNo hand of mine\nCould make me stand\nNo power mine\nCould heal this man\n\n[Chorus]\nCover me\nIn mercy I could never earn\nCover me\nIn love I could never return\n\nSee in me\nWhat I could never be alone\nCover me\nAnd call this broken heart Your own\n\n[Bridge]\nWhen I fall\nYou remain\nWhen I fail\nYou sustain\n\nNothing mine\nNothing earned\nOnly grace\nFreely given\n\n[Final Chorus]\nCover me\nWhere all my strength has disappeared\nCover me\nWhere all my pride dissolves in fear\n\nSee in me\nWhat only You have made me now\nCover me\nForever covered here somehow\n\n[Outro]\nReach into the silence\nSee what You have done\nWhere there once was only darkness\nNow I stand as one","sweet-release/crown-of-thorns":"\n[Intro]\nOn the hill\nIn the night\nSilent sky\nNo more light\n\nThen the thorn\nThen the cry\nFor His sheep\nHe would die\n\n[Verse 1]\nCrown of thorns\nOn His head\nEvery drop\nThat He bled\n\nEvery wound\nEvery scar\nFor His sheep\nThere we are\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIn the dark\nOn the tree\nHe was dying\nFor me\n\n[Chorus]\nCrown of thorns\nOn His brow\nLove has come\nEven now\n\nCrown of thorns\nBlood was shed\nFor His sheep\nHe was led\n\nCrown of thorns\nMercy flows\nFrom the wounds\nNo one knows\n\n[Verse 2]\nEvery lash\nEvery pain\nNot in vain\nNot in vain\n\nFor the flock\nFor His own\nEvery name\nHe has known\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIn the dark\nOn the tree\nHe was dying\nFor me\n\n[Chorus]\nCrown of thorns\nOn His brow\nLove has come\nEven now\n\nCrown of thorns\nBlood was shed\nFor His sheep\nHe was led\n\nCrown of thorns\nMercy flows\nFrom the wounds\nNo one knows\n\n[Bridge]\nNot for all\nNot the same\nFor His flock\nEvery name\n\nEvery soul\nHe would claim\nThrough the cross\nThrough the pain\n\n[Final Chorus]\nCrown of thorns\nOn His head\nFor His sheep\nChrist has bled\n\nCrown of thorns\nLove made known\nFor His flock\nFor His own\n\n[Outro]\nCrown of thorns\nStill I see\nAll that pain\nMeant for me","sweet-release/small-and-great":"\n[Intro]\nIn the small\nHidden place\nQuiet life\nQuiet face\n\n[Verse 1]\nLittle hands\nLittle voice\nLittle faith\nLittle choice\n\nSmallest flame\nSmallest spark\nStill a light\nIn the dark\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nHe can see\nEvery heart\nEvery life\nEvery start\n\n[Chorus]\nSmall and great\nHe will bless\nEvery soul\nHe will dress\n\nSmall and weak\nSmall and strong\nEvery life\nStill belongs\n\nSmall and great\nFear His name\nEvery heart\nJust the same\n\nGrace will fall\nLike the rain\nSmall and great\nJust the same\n\n[Verse 2]\nTiny seed\nTiny start\nQuiet hope\nTrembling heart\n\nHidden lives\nUnseen days\nStill the Lord\nStill He stays\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nHe will keep\nHe will hold\nYoung and weak\nSmall and old\n\n[Chorus]\nSmall and great\nHe will bless\nEvery soul\nHe will dress\n\nSmall and weak\nSmall and strong\nEvery life\nStill belongs\n\nSmall and great\nFear His name\nEvery heart\nJust the same\n\nGrace will fall\nLike the rain\nSmall and great\nJust the same\n\n[Bridge]\nNot the proud\nNot the throne\nBut the weak\nHe will own\n\nNot the loud\nNot the fame\nBut the ones\nWho fear His name\n\n[Final Chorus]\nSmall and great\nHe will bless\nEvery soul\nHe will dress\n\nNone too small\nNone too late\nHe will bless\nSmall and great\n\n[Outro]\nLittle flame\nLittle start\nStill He holds\nEvery heart","sweet-release/every-one-of-you":"[Intro - Cold Arpeggio, Single Voice]\nThey built a stage\nThey built a throne\nOne man speaks\nThe rest sit alone\n\n[Verse 1]\nThey took the word ekklesia\nAnd buried it in stone\nThey swapped the body for a building\nAnd called the building home\n\nOne man behind the pulpit\nThe rest behind the pew\nA hundred open mouths to feed\nAnd nothing they can do\n\nThey ball-hogged all the glory\nThey gated all the gifts\nThey turned a living, breathing body\nInto audiences and shifts\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBut Paul said something different\nAnd nobody wants to hear\n\n[Chorus]\nEvery one of you\nHas a psalm to bring\nEvery one of you\nHas a song to sing\n\nEvery one of you\nHas a word, a prayer\nEvery one of you\nWas supposed to be there\n\nNot an audience\nNot a crowd\nEvery one of you\nWas meant to speak out loud\n\n[Verse 2]\nThey gave themselves the titles\nThat Christ said not to claim\nThey called each other Reverend\nAnd built careers on His name\n\nPeter called himself an elder\nAmong the other men\nHe didn't lord it over them\nHe walked beside, not then\n\nThe early church met in a room\nBroke bread and shared a cup\nNo budget and no building fund\nNo climbing further up\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBut the institution swallowed it\nAnd nobody fought it back\n\n[Chorus]\nEvery one of you\nHas a psalm to bring\nEvery one of you\nHas a song to sing\n\nEvery one of you\nHas a word, a prayer\nEvery one of you\nWas supposed to be there\n\nNot an audience\nNot a crowd\nEvery one of you\nWas meant to speak out loud\n\n[Bridge - Builds, Synths Swell]\nThe woman with the tender heart\nWho holds the broken one\nShe's not restricted, she's essential\nWhen the body starts to run\n\nThe man who sees the pattern\nThe brother with the grief\nThe sister with the quiet word\nThat brings the room relief\n\nNo stage required\nNo steeple, no degree\nJust two or three\nAnd where they are\nIs where He said He'd be\n\n[Final Chorus - Wide, Full]\nEvery one of you\nHas a gift to share\nEvery one of you\nIs the church right there\n\nNot a building\nNot a brand\nEvery one of you\nIs the body of this man\n\nNot a program\nNot a show\nEvery one of you\nIs how the gospel's meant to grow\n\n[Outro - Fading to Whisper]\nWhere two or three are gathered\nThat's the whole design\nNo pulpit and no program\nJust His people\nAnd the wine\n","sweet-release/you-dont-know-me":"[Intro]\nYou call me\nBy a name\nThat was never\nMy own\n\n[Verse 1]\nYou never sat beside my bed\nWhen I was weeping for a man\nYou never heard the prayers I said\nWhen I could hardly stand\n\nYou never watched me love the ones\nYou said I cast away\nYou never saw the truth I kept\nThe nights you wouldn't stay\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou drew a line\nYou drew it fast\nYou never asked\nYou never asked\n\n[Chorus]\nYou don't know me\nYou don't know my heart\nYou don't know the tears I've spent\nOn the ones you pulled apart\n\nYou don't know\nThe love I carry\nYou don't know\nThe joy I hold\nYou don't know what truth has cost me\nYou don't know the Hand that holds me\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou call it weakness when I love\nYou call it compromise when I stay\nYou call me traitor for the smile\nI give the ones you sent away\n\nYou never walked the road I walked\nYou never paid the price I paid\nYou never heard the Voice that called me\nTo the love I would not trade\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou drew a line\nYou drew it fast\nYou never asked\nYou never asked\n\n[Chorus]\nYou don't know me\nYou don't know my heart\nYou don't know the tears I've spent\nOn the ones you pulled apart\n\nYou don't know\nThe love I carry\nYou don't know\nThe joy I hold\nYou don't know what truth has cost me\nYou don't know the Hand that holds me\n\n[Bridge]\nBut He knows\nHe has always known\nEvery chapter I have written\nEvery silent prayer and groan\n\nAnd He loves me\nAnd I love Him\nAnd the name you called me by\nWas never the name I was given\n\n[Final Chorus]\nYou don't know me\nAnd you don't have to\nBut He does\nAnd that is enough\n\nYou don't know\nThe love I carry\nYou don't know\nThe joy I hold\nYou don't know what truth has cost me\nYou don't know the Hand that holds me\n\n[Outro]\nYou don't know me\nYou don't know me\nBut He does\nAnd that is enough\n","sweet-release/i-just-want-you-to-understand":"[Verse 1]\nOne day after my own birthday\nYou came home into our arms\nI was twenty-nine and fumbling\nThrough my questions and alarms\n\nI should have spoken slower\nI should have read you more\nI was building late and later\nThinking I had time before\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNot asking for agreement\nNot asking you to stand\nWhere I had to stand without you\nI just want you to understand\n\n[Chorus]\nI am sorry, Cole\nFor the hours I did not speak\nFor the answers I was writing\nWhen I could have knelt to teach\n\nRead the book before you close it\nPray before you push away\nEvery word was for the moment\nYou would hear me someday say\n\n[Verse 2]\nI was building in the quiet\nI was writing through the night\nAnd the years came in like water\nAnd the book became my light\n\nI had all these chapters finished\nAnd I never told you so\nI assumed you'd read the pages\nI assumed you'd want to know\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNot asking for agreement\nNot asking you to stand\nWhere I had to stand without you\nI just want you to understand\n\n[Chorus]\nI am sorry, Cole\nFor the hours I did not speak\nFor the answers I was writing\nWhen I could have knelt to teach\n\nRead the book before you close it\nPray before you push away\nEvery word was for the moment\nYou would hear me someday say\n\n[Bridge]\nI have been a worm and beggar\nI have been a reaching man\nI have been a father carrying\nThe weight of what I didn't plan\n\nAnd I know you've called it heresy\nAnd I felt each word you said\nBut I'm asking you to read it\nWith your prayers and with your head\n\n[Final Chorus]\nNot too late, Cole\nI am not too far away\nYou can read it, you can pray it\nYou can seek me any day\n\nRead the book before you close it\nPray before you push away\nEvery word was for the moment\nYou would hear me someday say\n\n[Outro]\nI just want you to understand\nI just want you to understand\nRead me first, my son\nI just want you to understand\n","sweet-release/the-chamber":"\n[Intro]\nTake my hand\nCome inside\nThere's nowhere left\nFor truth to hide\n\n[Verse 1]\nYou lie awake in fading light\nYour borrowed breath grows thin tonight\nAll the things you held so dear\nDisappear as death draws near\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAll your walls\nAll your names\nFall away\nJust the same\n\n[Chorus]\nIn the chamber you will see\nWhat you were and could not be\nAll the strength you thought was yours\nFalls like dust across the floor\n\n[Verse 2]\nEvery crown you wore with pride\nEvery truth you pushed aside\nNow they tremble in your hands\nNow you finally understand\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNothing stays\nNothing stands\nNothing built\nBy your hands\n\n[Chorus]\nIn the chamber you will see\nWhat you were and could not be\nAll the strength you thought was yours\nFalls like dust across the floor\n\n[Bridge]\nNo one follows\nNo one stays\nOnly truth remains\n\n[Final Chorus]\nIn the chamber you will see\nWhat was real and what will be\nAll the life you tried to own\nWas never yours alone\n\n[Outro]\nTake my hand\nCome inside\nThere's nothing left\nFor you to hide","sweet-release/when-the-glass-falls":"[Intro - Slow, Pulsing Synth]\nThere's a room\nWhere I am known\nWhere the versions\nFinally go home\n\n[Verse 1]\nI heard Him call my name across the dark\nThe way He calls the dying and the meek\nI set the mirror down upon the shelf\nI stopped choosing which words I would speak\nThe last resolution faded into grey\nThe last frame went soft around the edge\nA line of light along the hairline crack\nHe stood beside me at the final seam\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd the weight I carried\nInto every room\nFell away beside me\nLike the body from the tomb\n\n[Chorus]\nWhen the glass falls\nEvery version goes to dust\nEvery angle I arranged\nEvery frame I told myself to trust\nWhen the glass falls\nThere is only Him and me\nAnd the face I always hid\nIs the face He always planned to see\nWhen the glass falls\n\n[Verse 2]\nShe is there, and older than I knew\nA son I recognize across the hall\nThe Father seated at the head in peace\nAnd the Author in the middle of it all\nThe body He returned to me is mine\nThe covenant He sealed in blood holds true\nThe room I thought I lived in all alone\nWas never empty, He was walking through\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd the silence I once carried\nLike a stone beneath my tongue\nIs the silence of the morning\nWhen a long long night is done\n\n[Chorus]\nWhen the glass falls\nEvery version goes to dust\nEvery angle I arranged\nEvery frame I told myself to trust\nWhen the glass falls\nThere is only Him and me\nAnd the face I always hid\nIs the face He always planned to see\nWhen the glass falls\n\n[Bridge - Sparse, Almost Whispered]\nHe said my name\nI said His name\nThe name I carried\nBecame a flame\nNot a burning\nNot a blade\nJust the knowing\nFully made\n\n[Final Chorus - Wider, Fuller]\nWhen the glass falls\nEvery version comes to rest\nEvery piece of me arranged\nIs the piece He always blessed\nWhen the glass falls\nThere is only Him and me\nAnd the man who learned to guard\nLays the mirror down and sees\nWhen the glass falls\nI am home\nWhen the glass falls\nI am known\n\n[Outro - Slow Fade]\nThere's a room\nWhere I am known\nAnd He's there\nOn the throne\nThere's a room\nNo one finds\nBut I am standing\nNow inside\nSweet release\nSweet release\n","break-the-cage/break-the-cage":"[VERSE 1]\nYeah, it hit me like a freight train cracking through my pride,\nSome revelation burning up everything I tried to hide.\nI was loud with my new truth, swinging it around like a fist,\nTurning every quiet moment into something they “had to get.”\n\nI was preaching at the dinner table, arguing in the car,\nQuoting sovereignty like I was some rising star.\nFunny how conviction turns into a hammer overnight!\nAnd I guess I forgot that grace was supposed to make me kind.\n\n[PRE-CHORUS]\nI thought the world would change if I pushed hard enough,\nDidn’t see my own reflection drowning in the bluff…\n\n[CHORUS]\nBut God gives the growth - no matter how loud I speak,\nNo matter how tight I cling to the strength of the weak.\nI’m learning to breathe, learning not to rewind.\n’Cause truth without grace is a cage in my mind.\n\n[VERSE 2]\nI was staring at the world through a lens I barely understood,\nCalling out darkness like I owned the neighborhood.\nNever knew how deep the shadows ran inside of me,\nI was blaming everyone else for the things I couldn’t see.\n\nOh, freedom isn’t fury, and growth isn’t speed,\nAnd love isn’t something you force till they bleed.\nYeah, Scripture broke me open like a heart under a flood,\nAnd the grace that cracked me is the grace that pulled me out of the mud.\n\n[PRE-CHORUS]\nAnd the truth that woke me up from my arrogant sleep\nKeeps telling me patience isn’t something cheap…\n\n[CHORUS]\n’Cause God gives the growth - not the pressure I bring,\nNot the weight of my tone or the cleverness I sing.\nTeach me to wait, to stop running blind,\n’Cause truth without grace is a cage in my mind.\n\n[BREAKDOWN]\nI’m letting go of the crown I tried to own,\nLetting go of the battles I fought alone.\nI’m trying to trust, trying to be aligned,\nTrying to loosen the knots I’ve tied in my mind.\n\n[BRIDGE]\nIt took years for You to melt the iron in my spine,\nSo give me love for the ones still stuck in the grind.\nIf You took time with me, I can take time with them.\nGrace doesn’t hurry what You rebuild again.\n\n[FINAL CHORUS]\nYeah, God gives the growth - every seed, every start,\nEvery shattered belief, every change of the heart.\nSo lead me in kindness, leave the striving behind,\n’Cause truth without grace is a cage in my mind.\n\n[OUTRO]\nBreak the cage… let mercy unwind…\nLet love be the banner of every truth I find.","break-the-cage/your-knowledge-wont-save-you":"[VERSE 1]\nYou quote the pages, line by line,\nLike you’ve got heaven on your side.\nBut knowledge isn’t life, you know.\nIt never was the way inside.\nPharisees with sharpened tongues,\nBlind to the Truth they claimed to love,\nArguin’ doctrine like it’s fire,\nBut never seeing who He was.\n\n[PRE-CHORUS]\nYou stand there screaming certainty,\nBut miss the One who sets men free…\n\n[CHORUS]\n’Cause your knowledge won’t save you,\nIt never could, it never will.\nYou can tear down every false view - \nStill be standin’ on the same old hill.\nYou can shout about the Gospel,\nBut if you don’t know Christ the King - \nYeah, your knowledge won’t save you,\nAnd that truth oughta sting.\n\n[VERSE 2]\nDoctrine matters, yeah, it does,\nIt shows the way His mercy flows.\nBut if you think it earns your place,\nMan, you’re further out than you suppose.\nA form of godliness you wear,\nBut the power? You shut it out.\nYou bash the blind for bein’ blind - \nNever see your own shadow of doubt.\n\n[PRE-CHORUS]\nYou lock your hope in what you know,\nBut miss the Shepherd of your soul…\n\n[CHORUS]\n’Cause your knowledge won’t save you,\nIt never could, it never will.\nYou can tear down every false view - \nStill be standin’ on the same old hill.\nYou can warn against deception,\nBut still be lost in your own storm - \nYeah, your knowledge won’t save you,\nTruth isn’t just a uniform.\n\n[BRIDGE]\nJudas preached and Judas healed,\nCast out demons in the field...\nBut Christ said, “I never knew you,”\nNo love, no bond, no inner seal.\nStanding close, but heart far off,\nGlory-seeking, hollow praise...\nKnowing truth but never trusting - \nWalking blind through bright-lit days!\n\n[BREAKDOWN]\nBashin’ folks online won’t prove\nYou’re held within the Shepherd’s groove.\nQuotin’ verses, callin’ names - \nThat’s just fire without the flame.\nYeah, you know about election,\nGrace defined and all the rest - \nBut do you know the slain Redeemer,\nOr just the doctrines you call “best”?\n\n[FINAL CHORUS]\n’Cause your knowledge won’t save you,\nNo list of facts will ever do.\nYou can crush the works-salvation crowd - \nStill be trusting works in you.\nGrace was set before creation,\nFor every soul the Lamb would claim - \nYeah, your knowledge won’t save you,\nOnly Christ!\nOnly Christ!\nOnly Christ! \nOnly Christ!\nOnly Christ... \nKnows your name.\n\n[OUTRO]\nIt ain’t what you know.\nIt’s who knows you.\nYour knowledge won’t save you.\nYour knowledge won’t save you.","break-the-cage/its-enough":"[Verse 1]\nThey say tell me the day,\nThe hour you first felt grace,\nLike faith’s some moment you can frame\nIn a picture on your wall.\nBut I’ve walked long enough to know\nThat some get fire, some get slow,\nAnd either way the Shepherd calls,\nAnd that’s what matters, after all.\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI won’t chase ghosts of memory,\nOr hunt down what I can’t see…\n\n[Chorus]\n’Cause it’s enough.\nYeah, it’s enough that I believe.\nNot the moment, not the story,\nNot the day I first could see.\nIt’s enough.\nYeah, He loved me endlessly,\nBefore the sunrise of my life,\nAnd He’ll love me when I leave.\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe thief found hope at the end,\nLast breath, still welcomed in.\nAnother soul’s been held so long\nThey can’t recall when faith began.\nBut heaven’s not two-tiered,\nNo front-row saints up there\nJust blood-bought hearts who’ve been preserved\nBy the mercy of I AM.\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nDon’t need a date to prove His grace,\nDon’t need my past to know my place…\n\n[Chorus]\n’Cause it’s enough.\nYeah, it’s enough that I believe.\nNot the moment, not the story,\nNot the day I first could see.\nIt’s enough.\nYeah, He loved me endlessly,\nBefore the sunrise of my life,\nAnd He’ll love me when I leave.\n\n[Bridge]\nSome say you better name the night,\nWhen you turned wrong into right,\nAs if salvation’s earned by knowing\nEvery twist inside your mind.\nBut grace don’t bow to man-made rules,\nOr circles drawing tighter rooms,\nFaith is life, not interviews,\nAnd Christ alone defines the truth.\n\n[Breakdown]\nNo added weight…\nNo added chains…\nNo gospel built\nOn man-made claims.\nJust Christ alone,\nMy soul sustained.\n\n[Final Chorus]\nIt’s enough.\nYeah, it’s enough that I believe.\nNot the timeline, not the checklist,\nNot the proof they think I need.\nIt’s enough.\nYeah, He holds me endlessly.\nFrom the first beat of creation\nTo the day He rescues me.\n\n[Outro]\nIt’s enough…\nIt’s enough…\nYeah, Christ is enough for me.","break-the-cage/on-a-leash":"[Verse 1]\nThrough the years I’ve walked these roads,\nMet ministries that felt like heavy loads.\nBut I don’t name names, don’t throw stones.\nThe Lord just keeps me tethered close.\nA quiet tug upon my heart,\nPulls me back when the fires start.\nLike Paul and Barnabas set free,\nSometimes you just depart in peace.\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\n’Cause my flesh wants the fight, wants the last word said,\nBut grace pulls the reins, turns my steps instead…\n\n[Chorus]\nI’m on a Leash.\nHeld back by mercy when I want to speak.\nYeah, on a Leash,\nKept from the fire when my pride grows weak.\nThe best way to shine in this world so bleak\nIs lifting Christ, not naming enemies.\nI’m on a Leash.\n\n[Verse 2]\nSpotlight shifts when we call out names,\nAnd Christ is lost beneath the noise and blame.\nI’d rather let this little site\nBe a beacon glowing soft with light.\nFalse teachers? Sure, there’s more than a few,\nBut calling them out? I’d never get through.\nI trust the Lord to guard His sheep.\nHe knows their hearts, their wounds, their sleep.\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd a harsh word spoken can wound the weak,\nSo I stay steady when my instincts peak…\n\n[Chorus]\nI’m on a Leash.\nHeld back by mercy when I want to speak.\nYeah, on a Leash,\nKept from the fire when my pride grows weak.\nThe best way to shine in this world so bleak\nIs lifting Christ, not naming enemies.\nI’m on a Leash.\n\n[Bridge]\nOh, let this place stay full of grace,\nNo chasing shadows, no endless debates.\nI’d rather preach the love that frees.\nLet Christ expose what darkness keeps.\n\n[Final Chorus]\nI’m on a Leash.\nHeld back by mercy when I want to speak.\nYeah, on a Leash,\nPulled toward peace when my temper peaks.\nIf truth is light, then let it be\nA quiet song of charity.\nI’m on a Leash…\nSo guide me.","break-the-cage/cannibal":"[Intro]\nONE \nTWO\nTHREE\nGO!\n\n[Verse 1]\nListen up!  This ain’t flesh and bone\nThis is holy halls turned danger zone\nSmilin’ faces, switchblade tongues\nSay “amen” then they pull the gun\n\nBackroom whispers, public praise\nTrial by rumor, judgment phase\nCall it truth but it smells like rot\nEat your brother - say it’s not\n\n[Pre-Hook – shouted buildup]\nYou bite \nYou chew\nYou tear right through \n\n[Hook]\n\nCANNIBAL!\nYou’re eatin’ your own!\nCANNIBAL!\nYou sharpen the bone!\nCANNIBAL!\nCall it “right,” call it “zeal,”\nBut you’re feedin’ on the body you claim is real!\n\n[Verse 2]\nHyper-critical, locked and loaded\nEvery sentence gets exploded\nTone police, doctrine cop\nYou don’t build -  you just won’t stop\n\nGrace talks but you mute the sound\nPeace knocks - you shut it down\nToo busy fightin’ inside the gate\nWonder why the fields lay waste\n\n[Pre-Hook – shouted]\nYou bite \nYou chew\nYou tear right through \n\n[Hook]\nCANNIBAL!\nYou’re eatin’ your own!\nCANNIBAL!\nYou sharpen the bone!\nCANNIBAL!\nWave the flag, burn the ground,\nYou don’t preach the Gospel when you tear it down!\n\n[Bridge]\nMark the divisive.\nWarn them once.\nWarn them twice.\nCut it loose.\n\nNot every fight is faithfulness.\nNot every shout is righteousness.\nMind the flesh.\nMind the mind.\nRest in the cross - stop wastin’ time.\n\n[Break]\nWho’s that eatin’ the saints?\nCANNIBAL!\nWho’s makin’ war in the church?\nCANNIBAL!\nWho forgot what the mission was?\nCANNIBAL! CANNIBAL!\n\n[Final Hook]\nCANNIBAL!\nYou’re eatin’ your own!\nCANNIBAL!\nYou’re gnawin’ the bone!\nCANNIBAL!\nChrist was killed - ONCE - for all,\nNot so you could watch the brethren fall!\n\n[Outro]\nDrop the knife.\nLift the Son.","break-the-cage/preacher-bingo":"[Verse 1]\nBible in my hand as I drop into the pew,\nHoping for a spark, something cutting, something true.\nBut he leads with that church down the street again,\nAnd the bingo card in my mind starts filling in.\nAnother tale of someone he says “ain’t saved at all,”\nI tick another square,  yeah, I’ve heard this roll call.\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI’m not here to track his patterns,\nI’m just craving Christ to shine…\n\n[Chorus]\nPreacher Bingo - same beats, same refrain,\nFast talk, loud shots, but no grace in the frame.\nMan, I came for something more,\nJust give me Christ, give me hope,\nThat’s what my heart is burning for.\n\n[Verse 2]\nHe reminds us once again he’s “just a preacher, too,”\nLike a catchphrase stuck on loop he never wants to lose.\nThen a story ’bout a stranger who “ain’t walking right,”\nBut the Gospel feels forgotten underneath the fight.\nI’m sifting through the noise for a word that sets me free,\nBut it’s bingo chips and echoes staring back at me.\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI don’t need another warning,\nI need mercy breaking through!\n\n[Chorus]\nPreacher Bingo - same script, same score,\nSame church down the street, same lines as before.\nYeah, I’m reaching past the noise,\nJust give me Christ, give me peace,\nHope that lifts and restores.\n\n[Bridge]\nI’m not chasing perfect sermons,\nJust a glimpse of life and light.\nLet the grace you claim to cherish\nBreak the dark and make things right.\nLet the message point to Jesus,\nNot the failings we rehearse.\nLet the Good News echo louder\nThan the warnings in the verse.\n\n[Chorus]\nPreacher Bingo - but I’m laying down my card,\nLooking past the shadows for the Savior in my heart.\nPreacher Bingo -  maybe someday he’ll see,\nThe Gospel’s not a scoreboard -\nIt’s the truth that sets us free.\n\n[Chorus]\nPreacher Bingo - but I’m laying down my card,\nLooking past the shadows for the Savior in my heart.\nMaybe someday he’ll see,\nThe Gospel’s not a scoreboard -\nIt’s the truth that sets us free.\n\n[Outro]\nBible in my hand as I head out through the door,\nStill praying for the Sunday\nWhere the Gospel sings once more.","break-the-cage/study-to-be-quiet":"[VERSE 1]\nWe talk about love, yeah, we know the words,\nBut talk gets loud and the truth gets blurred.\nWe’re chasing drama like it’s something sweet,\nBut peace is calling in the quiet streets.\nThe church should be a home where grace is found,\nBut whispers rise and they shake the ground\nAnd every heart that’s trying to walk in light\nGets tangled up in another needless fight.\n\n[PRE-CHORUS]\nWe were called to live a life that’s calm and kind,\nBut the noise keeps pulling at the restless mind.\n\n[CHORUS]\nSo I’m learning just to study to be quiet,\nTo lay it down instead of amplifying riots.\nI’m not here for glory, not here for the fight\nI want peace, I want love, I want hearts made right.\nYeah, we’re called to something better\nAnd it’s time we all try it…\nStudy to be quiet.\n\n[VERSE 2]\nAre you posting tales just to fan the flame,\nCraving all the clicks and the rush of fame?\nDo you hold the spotlight like a crown,\nWhile brothers stumble and others drown?\n‘Cause Christ said, “Blessed are the peacemakers,”\nNot the gossipers or the trouble-chasers.\nAnd unity is worth the sacrifice\nA gentle word can make a colder heart think twice.\n\n[PRE-CHORUS]\nPride wants noise, wants to be seen\nIt loves the chaos more than what peace means.\n\n[CHORUS]\nSo I’m learning just to study to be quiet,\nTo lay it down instead of amplifying riots.\nI’m not here for glory, not here for the fight\nI want peace, I want love, I want hearts made right.\nYeah, we’re called to something better\nAnd it’s time we all try it…\nStudy to be quiet.\n\n[BRIDGE]\nOh, we should chase reconciliation,\nNot build walls between God’s creation.\nTruth with grace - not truth with spite\nWhat’s the point of winning if we lose the light?\n\n[CHORUS (Bigger)]\nSo I’m learning just to study to be quiet,\nTo let His love be the answer when I can’t deny it.\nI won’t chase the spotlight, won’t stir up the storm\nPeace is the path where His people belong.\nYeah, He calls us into better\nAnd I’m done trying to fight it…\nStudy to be quiet.\n\n[OUTRO (soft)]\nGrace and peace… grace and peace…\nLet it grow in us.\nStudy to be quiet.","break-the-cage/tolerance":"[Verse 1]\nAll these preachers on my feed,\nalways naming who’s astray.\nTalking loud about the “compromised,”\nas if they know the better way.\nAnd I feel my heart grow heavy,\nwith the weight of every claim\nFaith was never meant to twist\ninto a guessing game.\n\n[Verse 2]\nScrolling down through all their warnings,\nevery post a sharpened spear.\nThey don’t ask for understanding,\nthey just tighten lines of fear.\nAnd I wonder how they missed it,\nhow their love turned into guard\nHow a softer word of mercy\nbecame too high, too hard.\n\n[Chorus]\nTolerance…\nThey can call me what they want.\nTolerance…\nI won’t break beneath their taunts.\nIf the kindness of the Lord is what\nonce led me to His arms\nTolerance…\nI’ll choose love over harm.\n\n[Verse 3]\nI remember when I was younger,\nstruggling just to find my place.\nHow the truth felt like a lifeline,\nhow it pulled me into grace.\nBut I never heard Him whisper\nwith the scorn I hear today\nHe was patient with my failures,\nsoftly guiding me His way.\n\n[Verse 4]\nNow the hunters shout for purity,\nas if purity were theirs.\nCalling out the weaker brother,\ncounting victories in stares.\nBut the Lord who watches closely\nknows the darkest parts of men\nAnd He heals us, not by force,\nbut by His love again.\n\n[Chorus]\nTolerance…\nThey can call me what they want.\nTolerance…\nI won’t bend beneath their taunts.\nIf the kindness of the Lord is what\nonce led me to His arms\nTolerance…\nI’ll choose love over harm.\n\n[Bridge]\nOh, the camps we build around us,\noh, the pride that blinds the soul.\nDo they think the Lord is pleased\nwith all this taking of control?\nWhen the truth becomes a weapon,\nand the wounded flee the light\nTell me, where is all the mercy\nthat should turn their hearts to right?\n\n[Chorus - Reprise]\nTolerance…\nLet them whisper, let them judge.\nTolerance…\nI won’t meet their spite with grudge.\nFor the kindness of the Lord is still\nthe song that keeps me warm\nTolerance…\nHis love steadies every storm.\n","break-the-cage/stop-puttin-god-in-a-box":"[Verse 1]\nWe keep shrinkin’ down the holy,\nTie it up in a ribbon, call it “done.”\nBuild a little package for the mystery,\nActin’ like the Gospel’s measured, one-by-one.\nFive-point flowers on the dashboard,\nAnd we swear that’s all we need to know\nBut truth is bigger than our outlines,\nAnd God keeps breakin’ out of every mold.\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWe grow older, we see clearer,\nGrace gets louder in the mirror…\nYeah, we’re broken, but we’re learnin’,\nAnd the Word keeps burnin’, burnin’\n\n[Chorus]\nStop puttin’ God in a box!\nHe’s bigger than your rules and your locks.\nYou can stack your creeds from floor to the top\nStill won’t hold the Lord of the cross!\nStop drawin’ lines in the sand\nSayin’ who’s “in” and who ain’t one of your clan.\nTruth’s not trapped by the minds of men\nStop puttin’ God in a box again!\n\n[Verse 2]\nSome folks build their faith with judgments,\nSortin’ people like files in a drawer.\n“If you don’t fit inside my circle,\nWell then you’re not welcome anymore.”\nBut Scripture calls us to the fullness,\nMore than doctrines we memorize\nIt calls for mercy, joy, and patience,\nAnd hearts transformed before our eyes.\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYeah, we stumble, but we’re changin’,\nLove and kindness rearrangin’\nGrace is wider than we’re claimin’,\nAnd God keeps breakin’, breakin’\n\n[Chorus]\nStop puttin’ God in a box!\nHe’s bigger than your rules and your locks.\nYou can stack your creeds from floor to the top\nStill won’t hold the Lord of the cross!\nStop drawin’ lines in the sand\nSayin’ who’s “in” and who ain’t one of your clan.\nTruth’s not trapped by the minds of men\nStop puttin’ God in a box again!\n\n[Bridge]\nBreak the walls, tear ‘em down,\nLet the Word be the judge all around.\nStop livin’ like you’ve already learned it\nHeaven knows we’re barely scratchin’ the surface.\nOpen hearts, open hands\nLet His wisdom wreck all your plans.\nWe ain’t growin’ stuck in our locks\nGod was never meant for a box!\n\n[Final Chorus]\nStop puttin’ God in a box!\nHe’s bigger than your charts and your talks.\nEvery time we try to pin Him down\nHe breaks loose and shakes the ground!\nStop buildin’ fences and clans\nLet His truth rewrite everything you’ve planned.\nGrace can’t fit in our little plots\nStop puttin’ God in a box!\nStop puttin’ God in a box again!","break-the-cage/ready-to-glow":"[Intro - shouted, high-energy]\nYeah - He guards our hearts and minds!\nPhilippians four-seven, let it ride!\n\n[Verse 1]\nAnd the peace of God, which passeth all understanding,\nShall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.\nI agree with the sentiment - no head or heart divide,\nOne believes with the mind, but the whole self comes alive.\nPaul used “heart” almost as much as “mind,”\n’Cause belief shakes the soul, not just a thought you can find.\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIf truth hits your mind, and your heart stays cold…\nSomething in the story hasn’t taken hold…\n\n[Chorus]\nHey! If the Gospel’s real, your heart’s gonna show\nLove breaking out, like you’re ready to glow!\nMercy gets revealed, and the stubborn walls fall\nIf your heart never changes, you don’t get it at all.\nYeah - truth hits the mind, but it fires the soul,\nIn Christ we come alive… ready to glow!\n\n[Verse 2]\nThose shown their dark and sinful condition\nWill be broken-hearted - yeah, that’s conviction.\nThose shown mercy will want to be merciful too,\nThose filled with His love will let that love shine through.\nIt’s impossible to believe without affection rearranged,\nIf your heart isn’t stirred, then your mind hasn’t changed.\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nSome lean on cold orthodoxy, dead and dry…\nStill clingin’ to conditions they think qualify…\n\n[Chorus]\nHey! If the Gospel’s real, your heart’s gonna show\nLove breaking out, like you’re ready to glow!\nMercy gets revealed, and the stubborn walls fall\nIf your heart never changes, you don’t get it at all.\nYeah - truth hits the mind, but it fires the soul,\nIn Christ we come alive… ready to glow!\n\n[Bridge]\nI’ve seen many men depart from the faith they once claimed.\nThey went out from us, but they were not of us.\nTheir hearts never changed, though their words were bold.\nWe preach to the mind, but we long\nWe long to see hearts on fire with love for Christ\nAnd love for His people.\n\n[Final Chorus]\nHey! If the Gospel’s real, your heart’s gonna show\nLove breaking out, like you’re ready to glow!\nNo head-only faith, no academic control\nIf He’s changed your mind, He’s gonna change your soul.\nYeah - truth hits the mind, but it fires the soul,\nIn Christ we come alive… ready to glow!","break-the-cage/rise-above":"[Verse 1]\nI poured my heart into the words I wrote,\nPut the truth out there, kept my spirit afloat.\nBut then a preacher friend stood behind a mic,\nPulled my article apart like I wasn’t even in sight.\nIt hit deep, man, right down to the bone\nLike being called out by someone I thought I’d known.\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd I asked myself, “Why does it hurt this bad?”\nGuess betrayal cuts deepest from the friends we had.\n\n[Chorus]\nSo I lift my eyes when the arrows fly,\nLet the heartbreak hit but it won’t define my life.\nEven when the ones I trusted walk away,\nI’m learning to breathe through every lonely day.\nIf I’m wounded for truth and the grace I love,\nThen let my heart rise above… rise above.\n\n[Verse 2]\nAnother sermon came about an email I sent,\nHe preached like I was the villain in his argument.\nAnd friends I cherished slowly drifted and moved on,\nFolks I’d laughed with, prayed with - now gone.\nSometimes I wonder if the words I write with care\nOpened the door to storms I wasn’t ready to bear.\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBut this fire inside isn’t just my own,\nAnd truth has a way of carving out a home.\n\n[Chorus]\nSo I lift my eyes when the arrows fly,\nLet the heartbreak hit but it won’t define my life.\nEven when the ones I trusted walk away,\nI’m learning to breathe through every lonely day.\nIf I’m wounded for truth and the grace I love,\nThen let my heart rise above… rise above.\n\n[Verse 3 - Added personal verse]\nI once stood steady in that pulpit light,\nOn the preaching list, felt things were right.\nBut then my pastor pulled me out without a word,\nNo call, no talk, nothing spoken or heard.\nIt cut deep inside, like I didn’t belong,\nLike my voice had been silent all along.\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBut this fire inside isn’t just my own,\nAnd truth has a way of carving out a home.\n\n[Chorus]\nSo I lift my eyes when the arrows fly,\nLet the heartbreak hit but it won’t define my life.\nEven when the ones I trusted walk away,\nI’m learning to breathe through every lonely day.\nIf I’m wounded for truth and the grace I love,\nThen let my heart rise above… rise above.\n\n[Bridge]\nEvery harsh word, every cold goodbye,\nFeels like a lesson written in the sky.\nAnd though the cost hits harder than I planned,\nI’ll walk forward stronger than I ever began.\nIf Christ took blows without a sound,\nThen maybe love is forged on broken ground.\n\n[Breakdown ]\nWhen the hurt feels heavy and the nights are long,\nYour mercy turns my weakness into song.\n\n[Final Chorus]\nSo I lift my eyes when the arrows fly,\nLet the heartbreak hit but it won’t define my life.\nEven when I lose the friends I thought were mine,\nMy hope’s not shaken, my heart won’t resign.\nIf I’m wounded for grace and the God above,\nThen let my soul rise above… rise above.","break-the-cage/has-jesus-been-lost-in-your-tulip":"[Verse 1]\nHas Jesus been lost in your TULIP,\nWhile you're arguing deep into the night?\nDo you think you’re the only one standing,\nThe only voice defending what’s “right”?\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou cling to every point with pride,\nChasing down a doctrines fame.\nBut somewhere in the noise and the showdown,\nThe love of Christ fell out of frame.\n\n[Chorus]\nHas Jesus been lost in your TULIP?\nHas grace slipped out of your grip?\nYou’re fighting so hard for a system,\nBut losing the heart of it.\nYeah, TULIP was meant to point to Him\nNot fuel another holy script.\nSo tell me, friend,\nHas Jesus been lost in your TULIP?\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou think that you’re the one who knows best,\nConfident your logic stands alone.\nBut you've forgotten the One who brings rest,\nThe Shepherd calling His sheep back home.\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nRemember that the petals end\nIn Christ alone, not in the fight.\nIt's not about your power or knowledge\nIt's about His mercy shining bright.\n\n[Chorus]\nHas Jesus been lost in your TULIP?\nHas grace slipped out of your grip?\nYou’re fighting so hard for a system,\nBut losing the heart of it.\nYeah, TULIP was meant to point to Him\nNot fuel another holy script.\nSo tell me, friend,\nHas Jesus been lost in your TULIP?\n\n[Bridge]\nIt’s God who breaks the pride,\nHe’s the One who draws us in.\nHe opens up the heart,\nWhere His grace begins.\n\n[Outro Chorus]\n’Cause TULIP only shines in Jesus,\nHe’s the center, not the chart.\nWhen you fix your gaze upon Him,\nDoctrine doesn’t tear apart.\nSo let His love be your beginning,\nLet His mercy be your art\nAnd follow Him,\nFollow Him with all your heart.","break-the-cage/sugar-water":"[VERSE 1]  \nI was walking through a quiet town,  \nWhere everybody carried lists around\nChecking boxes just to feel alright,  \nBuilding ladders that won’t hold their weight at night.  \nAnd someone said my faith was wrong,  \nLike they could read the place where I belong.  \nBut I won’t hand my heart to those  \nWho turn the gospel into something they control.\n\n[PRE-CHORUS]  \n’Cause I’ve seen formulas dressed up like faith,  \nAnd I’ve watched them fade like paint in the rain.\n\n[CHORUS]  \nAnd it’s all just sugar water,  \nLooks sweet until the taste runs out.  \nIt can shine beneath the streetlights,  \nBut the truth don’t need the shine or the shout.  \nYeah, it’s all just sugar water\nThin hope in a paper cup.  \nBut Christ is living water,  \nAnd He’s the one who holds me up.\n\n[VERSE 2]  \nI’ve heard them talk like gatekeepers do,  \nSaying no one’s saved unless they make it through  \nThe maze they built from their own fear  \nBut love don’t live in places built like that, my dear.  \nAnd I remember when I tried to stay  \nInside the lines they drew along the way,  \nBut every line just turned to dust  \nNo peace in systems made by folks like us.\n\n[PRE-CHORUS]  \nIf grace depended on my step or stride,  \nMan, I’d fall before the second mile.\n\n[CHORUS]  \nAnd it’s all just sugar water,  \nSweet names for a bitter doubt.  \nIt can sparkle when the sun hits,  \nBut it always leaves the thirsty out.  \nYeah, it’s all just sugar water  \nIt fades when the truth draws near.  \nBut Christ is living water,  \nAnd He’s the one who keeps me here.\n\n[BRIDGE ]  \nNo box can ever hold Him,  \nNo creed can cage His name.  \nWe build our tidy kingdoms,  \nBut His mercy breaks the frame.  \nAnd when the night gets heavy  \nAnd fear begins to rise,  \nHe cuts through all the sugar  \nWith a love that never dies.\n\n[FINAL CHORUS]  \nYeah, it’s all just sugar water,  \nAll the rules they pour and spin  \nBut the light that breaks the morning  \nAin’t found in what we work to win.  \nIt’s all just sugar water \nI’ve laid those empty cups aside.  \nMy hope is Christ forever,  \nAnd in His grace I’ll ride.\n\n[OUTRO]\nAnd it’s all just sugar water!","break-the-cage/enough-for-me":"[VERSE 1]\nAre free-willers brothers?\nThat’s the question on my screen,\nScrolling through the noise again,\nEverybody picking teams.\nSome folks draw their battle lines,\nPushin’ fences way too high,\nBut I’ve seen grace come through the cracks\nIn hearts they said were dry.\n\n[PRE-CHORUS]\nYeah, everybody’s different,\nEverybody’s led their own way in.\nSome can tell the whole Gospel clean,\nSome just whisper what they mean.\n\n[CHORUS]\nIf you’re resting in Christ alone,\nNot in something you’ve done or shown,\nThen brother, that’s enough for me \nThat’s enough for me.\nI won’t shut the door so fast,\nOn someone clinging to grace at last.\nIf the faith they claim is real and true,\nI’ll call ’em brother too.\n\n[VERSE 2]\nI remember when my son was baptized,\nNo hoops he had to jump through,\nJust, “Are you trusting Christ alone\nFor all He’s promised to do?”\nNo checklist hanging over him,\nNo doctrine quiz to start \nJust a simple, honest faith\nSpoken from the heart.\n\n[PRE-CHORUS]\nSome say “free will,” but when you ask\nWhat they’re leaning their hope upon,\nThey’ll say “Christ alone - His righteousness,”\nAnd brother, that’s the song.\n\n[CHORUS]\nIf you’re resting in Christ alone,\nNot in something you’ve done or shown,\nThen brother, that’s enough for me \nThat’s enough for me.\nI won’t shut the door so fast,\nOn someone clinging to grace at last.\nIf the faith they claim is real and true,\nI’ll call ’em brother too.\n\n[BRIDGE]\nYeah, some folks fight the doctrines,\nPush against election’s call,\nBut sometimes they’re just wandering\nWith their back against the wall.\nSo I won’t chase the arguments,\nOr polish every scar \nWe’ve got the truth, the brass ring,\nLet’s remember who we are.\n\n[CHORUS]\nIf you’re resting in Christ alone,\nNot in something you’ve done or shown,\nThen brother, that’s enough for me \nThat’s enough for me.\nLet’s love the ones who come in faith,\nLet the lesser things fall away,\n’Cause grace is bigger than our tribe \nAnd love’s the thing that stays.\n\n[OUTRO]\nYeah, love’s the thing that stays…\nLove’s the thing that stays.","break-the-cage/joy-is-your-strength":"[Verse 1]\nDo not be grieved, yeah the joy of the Lord is your strength,\nWhen the walk gets heavy and the days feel bent.\nI stumble and fall, same sins on repeat,\nBut grace steps in and it lifts my feet.\nAll my future faults, already covered in Christ\nHe whispers to my heart, “It’s gonna be alright.”\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWhen the shadows grow long, and the sorrow hits deep,\nThere’s a fire in His joy that won’t let me sink.\n\n[Chorus]\nDo not be grieved, the joy of the Lord is your strength!\nYeah, lift your eyes, let the heaviness break.\nIn the sickness, in the heartbreak, in the strain\nThe joy of the Lord is your strength!\nEvery moment, every burden, every weight\nThe joy of the Lord is your strength!\n\n[Verse 2]\nWhen work gets wild or the money runs thin,\nHe reminds me again where my strength begins.\nWhen people try to wound me or tear me down,\nHis joy stands taller than the fear around.\nWhen the ones I love let me down again,\nHis voice cuts through like a faithful friend.\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIf the joy fades out, yeah I’m worn and weak\nBut His joy fuels the journey I’m called to seek.\n\n[Chorus]\nDo not be grieved, the joy of the Lord is your strength!\nYeah, lift your eyes, let the heaviness break.\nIn the sickness, in the heartbreak, in the strain\nThe joy of the Lord is your strength!\nEvery moment, every burden, every weight\nThe joy of the Lord is your strength!\n\n[Bridge]\nWhen I see the world’s sin and my own up close,\nHis righteousness shines brighter than most.\nMy disappointment drives me right to His heart,\nWhere hurting saints find a brand-new start.\n\n[Outro]\nEverything fails us, but Christ won’t fade\nHe is faithful, worthy, strong to save.\nHe will never disappoint, never step away\nAnd His joy is the strength that lifts our day.\n\n[Final Chorus]\nDo not be grieved, the joy of the Lord is your strength!\nYeah, lift your eyes, let the heaviness break.\nIn the sickness, in the heartbreak, in the strain\nThe joy of the Lord is your strength!\nEvery moment, every burden, every weight\nThe joy of the Lord is your strength!","break-the-cage/prayer-arithmetic":"[Intro - spoken, low and gritty]\nYeah…\nThis ain’t about volume.\nThis ain’t about timing.\nThis ain’t about who’s watchin’.\nLet’s do the math.\n\n[Verse 1]\nSeen ’em on the corner with the hands in the air,\nLong prayers, loud voice, but nobody there.\nStanding in the spotlight, loving every stare,\nGetting paid in applause, yeah, that’s their share.\nChrist said, “Nah, take it back to the room,\nShut the door, talk to God, let the noise go mute.”\nHe already knows what you need, no debate,\nYou don’t gotta flood heaven just to penetrate.\nNot impressed by the rhythm, not the clever display,\nNot the size of the crowd or the words you say.\nNo stopwatch ticking, no beads getting spun,\nIt ain’t a numbers game - prayer ain’t won by the ton.\n\n[Chorus]\nNo calculator, no spiritual math,\nGod ain’t countin’ words on a prayer-length graph.\nNot the time, not the tone, not the flex in your speech,\nIt’s the heart, it’s the Son, it’s the One that you preach.\nNo arithmetic, no religious statistics,\nGrace don’t move by persuasive linguistics.\nPray in His name - yeah, that’s the key,\nNot my will, but Thy will be.\n\n[Verse 2]\nHe don’t care if it’s polished, poetic, or tight,\nIf you practiced it all week just to sound real right.\nFancy rhetoric might impress your friends,\nBut heaven don’t clap when the performance ends.\nChoirs in harmony, voices aligned,\nStill ain’t a shortcut past the heart and the mind.\nMan looks outward, God looks deep,\nPast the melody line to the soul you keep.\nLogic laid out like a courtroom plea,\nStill don’t obligate divinity.\nYou can sound real sincere, still be dead wrong,\nTruth ain’t proven by how strong you sing your song.\n\n[Chorus]\nNo calculator, no spiritual math,\nGod ain’t countin’ words on a prayer-length graph.\nNot the time, not the tone, not the flex in your speech,\nIt’s the heart, it’s the Son, it’s the One that you preach.\nNo arithmetic, no religious statistics,\nGrace don’t move by persuasive linguistics.\nPray in His name - yeah, that’s the key,\nNot my will, but Thy will be.\n\n[Verse 3]\nDon’t matter who’s seated in the front-row pew,\nTitle on the nameplate don’t change the view.\nHigh-ranking faces, collars starched white,\nStill gotta come through Christ to be heard that night.\nFather knows the need before words get formed,\nBefore thoughts get shaped, before prayers get born.\nKingdom come, will be done - that’s the frame,\nEverything else bows under that name.\nAsk in the Son, joy filled to the brim,\nAll glory goes up, comes back through Him.\nNo tricks, no hacks, no ladder to climb,\nJust grace on grace - divine design.\n\n[Bridge – spoken, sparse beat]\nNo tally marks.\nNo timers.\nNo heavenly suggestion box.\nJust Christ…\nOr nothing.\n\n[Final Chorus]\nNo calculator, no spiritual math,\nGod ain’t countin’ words on a prayer-length graph.\nNot the time, not the tone, not the flex in your speech,\nIt’s the heart, it’s the Son, it’s the One that you preach.\nNo arithmetic, no religious statistics,\nGrace don’t move by persuasive linguistics.\nPray in His name - yeah, that’s the key,\nNot my will…\nBut Thy will be.\n\n[Outro]\nPrayer arithmetic don’t add up right.\nChrist already paid the price.\nMic drop.\nMic drop.","break-the-cage/from-movement-to-monument":"[Intro]\n\n[Verse 1 – spoken]\nIt is one thing to be made a disciple of Christ,\nBy the sovereign grace of God.\nAnd it is another thing entirely,\nTo be a participant in institutional religion.\nThe two are often confused.\nBut Scripture forces the question.\nAre we following Christ?\nOr are we propping up the traditions of men?\n\n[Refrain – sung, haunting]\nWhich Jesus do we follow now.\nThe Christ who saves.\nOr the one we shaped.\n\n[Verse 2 – spoken]\nIf Jesus walked among us today\nWith worn hands and dusty feet,\nNo title, no polish, no reputation,\nWould we recognize Him as Lord,\nOr would we dismiss Him\nBecause He does not fit the image we inherited?\n\"Why do you call me Lord, Lord.\nAnd do not do the things which I say?\"\n\n[Verse 3 – spoken]\nThe Gospel began on dusty roads,\nWith fishermen and outcasts,\nNot stages and thrones.\nGrace walked before religion stood upright.\nBelievers gathered in homes,\nBreaking bread,\nBearing burdens,\n \n\n[Instrumental]\n\n[Verse 4 – spoken]\nBut movements attract monuments.\nAnd monuments demand protection.\nSimplicity gives way to splendor.\nGrace is exchanged for law.\nAuthority replaces humility.\nAnd Christ is dressed,\nIn the robes of power.\n\n[Refrain – sung]\nWhich Jesus do we follow now?\nThe Christ who saves,\nOr the one we shaped?\n\n[Verse 5 – spoken]\nWorship once sounded like prayer.\nNow it sounds like performance.\nLights replace reverence.\nApplause replaces repentance.\nDiscipleship becomes optional,\nWhile attendance becomes the measure.\nChristianity without Christ,\nStill fills buildings.\n\n[Verse 6 – spoken]\nThe pulpit grows careful.\nHard words are avoided.\nSin is renamed.\nGrace is diluted.\nAnd truth is softened,\nSo no one feels offended.\nBut Christ never avoided offense.\nHe overturned tables.\nAnd He still does.\n\n[Verse 7 – spoken]\nThe Gospel was once spoken plainly,\nIn the language of common men.\nBut it was filtered through councils,\nEmpires,\nAnd rulers.\nUntil the cross lost its offense.\nAnd faith became manageable,\nUseful,\nAnd safe.\n\n[Verse 8 – spoken, quieter]\nBut when the offense is removed,\nSo is the power.\nWhen Christ is reshaped\nThe cross becomes decoration,\nAnd religion remains\nEmpty,\nYet busy.\n\n[Final Verse – spoken, slow]\nSo ask yourself,\nIf the buildings fell,\nIf the music stopped,\nIf the programs ended,\nWould your faith remain?\nAre you content with religion,\nOr are you clinging to Christ?\n\n[Outro – instrumental]\nWhich Jesus do we follow now?\nWhich Jesus do we follow now?\nThe Christ who saves,\nOr the one we shaped?","in-the-little-things/in-the-little-things":"[Chorus]\nIn the little things You’re shaping me,\nIn the quiet paths of humility.\nEvery simple act is grace You’ve shown -\nUse these hands, Lord, to make Your glory known.\nNot for fame, but faithfulness to Thee -\nDo Your humble work, O Lord, in me.\n\n[Verse 1]\nIn humble works and mighty deeds,\nThe Lord’s hand we shall find,\nA shepherd’s staff, a stone and sling,\nShow strength of heart and mind.\n\nFour hundred years of bondage long,\nA nation set to roam,\nBy God’s own will and guiding hand,\nHe led His children home.\n\nA giant slain, a nation saved,\nIn humble tools we trust,\nEleven men, so plain and true,\nTurned worldly ways to dust.\n\n[Chorus]\nIn the little things You’re shaping me,\nIn the quiet paths of humility.\nEvery simple act is grace You’ve shown -\nUse these hands, Lord, to make Your glory known.\nNot for fame, but faithfulness to Thee -\nDo Your humble work, O Lord, in me.\n\n[Verse 2]\nThough little tasks seem small at first,\nIn them God’s grace is shown,\nFor when He works within our hearts,\nHis love and truth are known.\n\nTo teach the children, tend the flock,\nOr witness to just one,\nThese humble works of faith and love,\nAre precious in His sight.\n\nLet us not seek to be the great,\nIn worldly eyes alone,\nBut in the humble works we do,\nOur love for Him is shown.\n\n[Chorus]\nIn the little things You’re shaping me,\nIn the quiet paths of humility.\nEvery simple act is grace You’ve shown -\nUse these hands, Lord, to make Your glory known.\nNot for fame, but faithfulness to Thee -\nDo Your humble work, O Lord, in me.\n\n[Verse 3]\nContent were Moses, David, Joseph,\nIn their given place,\nWith joy and zeal they served the Lord,\nAnd found His boundless grace.\n\nSo let us sweep the floor with pride,\nAnd serve where He ordains,\nFor in these humble, loving tasks,\nHis purpose still remains.\n\nAnd when our time on Earth is done,\nMay He accept our plea,\nThat in the smallest acts of love,\nHis hand was guiding me.\n\n[Bridge]\nFor faithful servants we must be,\nNo task too small to bear,\n“Lord, what would You have me do?”\nWe ask in earnest prayer.\n\n[Final Chorus]\nIn the little things You’re shaping me,\nIn the quiet paths of humility.\nEvery simple act is grace You’ve shown -\nUse these hands, Lord, to make Your glory known.\nNot for fame, but faithfulness to Thee -\nDo Your humble work, O Lord, in me.","in-the-little-things/preserved-in-his-grace":"[Intro Hook]\nPreserved in love-yeah, we rise again,\nGrace on our feet, we’re runnin’ with the wind.\n\n[Verse 1]\nHow wild it is to know we’re kept,\nChosen long before our first heartbeat.\nWritten in Christ, His promise set-\nLocked in grace that never tastes defeat.\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNot by chance-we were known by name,\nWe stand unshaken, held by grace.\n\n[Chorus]\nWe shine in His mercy, alive in His light,\nRunning in a freedom that burns so bright.\nBefore the stars were hung, His love already claimed-\nWe’re preserved forever by His sovereign grace.\nYeah-preserved forever in His sovereign Grace.\n\n[Verse 2]\nHe’s our Surety, firm and strong,\nCovenant Head who leads our days.\nEvery rise and fall, He walks along-\nNothing pulls us from His saving ways.\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nEvery step-He was there before,\nGrace like thunder through a swinging door.\n\n[Chorus]\nWe shine in His mercy, alive in His light,\nRunning in a freedom that burns so bright.\nBefore the stars were hung, His love already claimed-\nWe’re preserved forever by His sovereign grace.\nYeah-preserved forever in His sovereign Grace.\n\n[Bridge / Breakdown]\nNamed before the morning sky was made,\nLove unshaken, never to fade.\nHearts on fire-we praise, unafraid,\nHe keeps His own, forever saved.\n\n[Final Chorus]\nWe shine in His mercy, alive in His light,\nRunning in a freedom that burns so bright.\nBefore the stars were hung, His love already claimed-\nWe’re preserved forever by His sovereign grace.\nOh-we shine in His mercy, alive in His light,\nKept by a promise that holds day and night.\nPreserved forever-yeah, this joy remains,\nPreserved forever in His sovereign grace.","in-the-little-things/a-broken-heart":"In this age of self-promotion,\nWhere men demand their rights,\nWhere the church exalts man's dignity,\nAnd pride is the guiding light.\n\nA contrite spirit, a subdued will,\nAre rare things, hard to find,\nBut God looks to those who tremble\nAnd have a broken heart and mind.\n\nPreachers of deceit have capitalized\nOn man's natural pride,\nTheir theology is flesh-pleasing,\nAnd God's honor is set aside.\n\nBut the Lord God looks to those\nWho are poor and contrite in heart,\nAnd only brokenness can build His kingdom,\nA brokenness that sets us apart.\n\nNo man can know the grace of God\nUntil his heart is broken and torn,\nUntil he sees the Lord in all His holiness,\nAnd himself in all his sin and scorn.\n\nLike Job, who saw himself in dust and ashes,\nAnd saw God's majesty and might,\nThe broken heart will always vindicate God,\nAnd walk in His truth and light.\n\nSo come to the cross, and be broken,\nMay the crucified Christ be revealed,\nMay your heart be shattered by His love,\nAnd His grace to you be sealed.\n\nO Lord, evermore break our hearts before You,\nAnd make us humble and true,\nMay we honor You and vindicate Your name,\nIn all we say and do.","in-the-little-things/the-zealots-quest":"[Chorus]\nDoctrine blazing, tempers flare,\nZealots shouting everywhere.\nClaiming truth but losing love -\nForgetting the call that comes from above.\nIn the noise and in the flame,\nWe forget why Jesus came.\nLay down the pride, step from the throne -\nOnly His grace can break a heart of stone.\n\n[Verse 1]\nWhat drives the youthful zealot’s quest,\nTo hunt the heretic with such zest?\nWhy don’t we see the ladies partake,\nIn this intellectual blood sport they make?\nThey claim regeneration as their own,\nBut hunting heretics is what they’ve sown.\nFalse doctrines and heretics they denounce,\nBut do they build up or only pronounce?\n\n[Chorus]\nDoctrine blazing, tempers flare,\nZealots shouting everywhere.\nClaiming truth but losing love -\nForgetting the call that comes from above.\nIn the noise and in the flame,\nWe forget why Jesus came.\nLay down the pride, step from the throne -\nOnly His grace can break a heart of stone.\n\n[Verse 2]\nPuffed up in pride and intellectual might,\nThey display their “kills” as if in sight.\nA bigger named individual, a greater prize,\nTheir theological blood sport they idolize.\nBut do they truly know the Gospel they defend,\nOr is their hunt for heretics just a trend?\nI hope they don’t forget, in their quest for knowledge and fame,\nTo love God’s people and make Christ’s name their aim.\n\n[Chorus]\nDoctrine blazing, tempers flare,\nZealots shouting everywhere.\nClaiming truth but losing love -\nForgetting the call that comes from above.\nIn the noise and in the flame,\nWe forget why Jesus came.\nLay down the pride, step from the throne -\nOnly His grace can break a heart of stone.\n\n[Breakdown]\nAll this war, all this noise,\nDrowning out the Shepherd’s voice.\nTruth without mercy turns to steel -\nBut grace is the power that makes us heal.\nLay down the fight, let pride depart -\nChrist seeks a humble, gentle heart.\n\n[Instrumental - long guitar solo / extended instrumental section]\n\n[Final Chorus]\nDoctrine blazing, tempers flare,\nZealots shouting everywhere.\nClaiming truth but losing love -\nForgetting the call that comes from above.\nIn the noise and in the flame,\nWe forget why Jesus came.\nLay down the pride, step from the throne -\nOnly His grace can break a heart of stone.","in-the-little-things/all-this-noise-online":"[Verse 1]\nTyping on my screen on a Friday night,\nDistressed by the online fight,\nOf sovereign grace and doctrinal right,\nOf arguments that steal joy and light.\n\n[Verse 2]\nShunned again, for having an independent will,\nSlandered and discussed behind my back, a bitter pill,\nAll enabled by that perilous site, Fakebook,\nA breeding ground for arguments, not a friendly nook.\n\n[Verse 3]\n“Right” doctrine vs. “false” doctrine,\nIntolerants vs. tolerants, a never-ending rhythm,\nA display of self-righteousness, no love to show,\nPharisees disguised as defenders, a dangerous flow.\n\n[Chorus]\nAll this noise online, everybody wants to attack,\nLosing love in the battle while the truth falls back.\nI stay grounded in grace, let the Word be the track,\nThey can argue all day, but the Spirit won’t lack.\n\n[Verse 4]\nTheir “rightness” mistaken for grace,\nAn angry and self-important spirit, a misplaced race,\nThey don’t know our Lord, their theology wrong,\nA lack of understanding of the “grace” they bong.\n\n[Verse 5]\nPride leads to arguments, a sad display,\nKeeping them from the true church, far away,\nComplaining of being “sheep without a home”,\nBut refusing to join a church with “people like that” to roam.\n\n[Verse 6]\nI’d rather be with SINNERS who know,\nSalvation is ONLY in Christ, not in a show,\nOf gospel defense and rightness that’s mistaken,\nFor grace that’s given freely, not something to be taken.\n\n[Chorus]\nAll this noise online, everybody wants to attack,\nLosing love in the battle while the truth falls back.\nI stay grounded in grace, let the Word be the track,\nThey can argue all day, but the Spirit won’t lack.\n\n[Verse 7]\nGod’s people come together to worship and support,\nTo love and to bury, in His love they cavort,\nNo arguments of who’s saved or who’s not,\nJust sinners saved by grace, in His love He caught.\n\n[Verse 8]\nSome folks think winning debates is the call,\nSwinging Scripture like a hammer, building walls tall.\nBut truth without love is a clanging sound,\nA noisy gong where no grace is found.\n\n[Verse 9]\nScreens turn strangers into foes overnight,\nBrothers treating brothers like they’re ready to fight.\nBut Christ said the world will know us by love-\nNot by how many arguments we rise above.\n\n[Verse 10]\nI’ve seen wounded saints limp off the field,\nNot from sin, but from “warriors” refusing to yield.\nAnd the saddest thing is they think it’s for Him-\nBut the light they dim keeps growing more dim.\n\n[Verse 11]\nSo I choose peace, let the storms pass by,\nTrusting the Lord who hears every sigh.\nWhile others chase clout in a digital spree,\nI’ll rest in the grace that first rescued me.\n\n[Chorus]\nAll this noise online, everybody wants to attack,\nLosing love in the battle while the truth falls back.\nI stay grounded in grace, let the Word be the track,\nThey can argue all day, but the Spirit won’t lack.\n\n\n[Verse 12]\nSome chase “discernment” like a badge to display,\nCalling everyone heretics from miles away.\nBut a heart without mercy is a heart off track-\nGrace ain’t a weapon, so quit aiming it back.\n\n[Verse 13]\nThe louder they shout, the less truth gets through,\n’Cause pride blocks the very thing they claim to pursue.\nBut the Shepherd leads soft, with a voice so mild-\nNot the roar of a tyrant, but the care of a Child.\n\n[Verse 14]\nSo I’ll log off the noise, let the Spirit speak,\nNo clout-chasing nonsense or “debate of the week.”\nI’ll walk with the saints who know they’re weak-\n’Cause Christ lifts the humble and guards His meek.\n\n[Chorus]\nAll this noise online, everybody wants to attack,\nLosing love in the battle while the truth falls back.\nI stay grounded in grace, let the Word be the track,\nThey can argue all day, but the Spirit won’t lack.\n\n[Chorus]\nAll this noise online, everybody wants to attack,\nLosing love in the battle while the truth falls back.\nI stay grounded in grace, let the Word be the track,\nThey can argue all day, but the Spirit won’t lack.\n\n[Instrumental Outro]","in-the-little-things/words-can-draw-a-line":"[HEAD]\nWords can draw a line, cut the night in two,\nBut grace speaks low and steady, soft, and true.\nWords can draw a line, cut the night in two,\nBut grace speaks low and steady, soft, and true.\n\n[VERSE 1]\nShibboleths, words that divide,\nPhrases that are often misused,\nA way to distinguish groups apart,\nBut sometimes, they are simply misconstrued.\n\nSome say Christ's sacrifice was sufficient for all,\nBut efficient only for the elect, it's true.\nBut to me, that doesn't make sense,\nFor Christ's death was only for His chosen few.\n\n[VERSE 2]\nThere are other phrases that we may hear,\nFrom believers who don't quite understand.\nThey repeat them without thinking,\nAnd sometimes, they are out of hand.\n\nGod helps those who help themselves,\nThe Holy Spirit is a gentleman.\nGood luck, and hold to God's unchanging hand -\nThese phrases can be misleading, and not grand.\n\n[BRIDGE]\nAs we grow in grace and knowledge,\nWe learn the weight of every word.\nWe shed old lines we once repeated,\nAnd speak the truth that should be heard.\n\n[INSTRUMENTAL]\n\n[VERSE 3]\nBe patient when they miss it,\nWhen their language goes astray.\nGuide softly toward the truth of Christ,\nNot pushing hard our way.\n\nWe're family in the gospel,\nAll redeemed and set apart.\nSo speak with grace and mercy,\nLet love be where we start.\n\n[OUTRO - RETURN TO HEAD]\nWords can draw a line, cut the night in two,\nBut grace speaks low and steady, soft, and true.\nWords can draw a line, cut the night in two,\nBut grace speaks low and steady, soft, and true.","in-the-little-things/walked-out-free":"[Verse 1]\nTwenty-six - summoned like some criminal to trial,\nThree elders staring, cold eyes, zero smiles.\n“Why you ain’t tithed?” like they caught me in a crime,\nI said, “I give when I’m led - not nickel-and-dime.”\nTheir jaws dropped hard - priceless shock,\nDoctrines glitching, pride about to lock.\nQuoted law like judges with a holy badge drawn,\nBut I dropped grace verses - boom - lights turned on.\n\n[Verse 2]\n“Not under law but grace,” yeah I laid that down,\nGalatians 5:1 - freedom shook the ground.\nGave scripture like ammo - sharp, clean, precise,\nCheerful-giver heart, not a religious device.\nInstead of praise - they muted my tone,\nPulled ministry from me like tearing out bone.\nSaid “Go find a church aligned with your views,”\nLeft me wounded - but God turned that bruise into truth.\n\n[Chorus - Sung]\nI walked out wounded, but I walked out free,\nThey cut my place, but they didn't cut me.\nGrace held strong when the doors slammed shut,\nI'm standing where the Shepherd leads - and that's enough.\nIf I walk alone, then I'll walk unshaken,\nFaith over approval - never mistaken.\nI’ll follow God even if no one else comes - \nMy freedom was born when their judgment was done.\n\n[Verse 3]\nCalled my wife shaken - voice breaking apart,\nDrove home in tears with a punctured heart.\nTwenty-five years later I thank God for that door,\nWhat hurt like death became strength at the core.\nStill independent - Scripture lit like a torch,\nNo creed owns me, no chain from the church.\nTruth is Spirit-taught - not elder-owned,\nI answer to Christ - not the voice of a throne.\n\n[Verse 4]\nRapid-fire synapse, mind loaded with landmines,\nTruth over tradition - I break out of your guidelines.\nIndependent thought detonating every fault-line,\nScripture is a sword - not a fence for your grapevine.\nExile me again - watch me rise like rewind,\nCage my voice? never - you can't imprison a mind.\nGrace made me bulletproof - sharpened by the grind,\nRejected by men but I'm chosen, refined.\n\n[Verse 5]\nYears passed - and I learned that the hardest part’s pride,\nYou think you know truth till God flips you inside.\nI held tight to the scriptures, but the light kept expanding,\nViews shifted, broke, rebuilt - grace still standing.\nNo man graduates faith, we just grow through the strain,\nI’ve been wrong before - and I’ll be wrong again.\nBut I’d rather wrestle free than be spoon-fed blind,\nTruth means more when you seek it and God lets you find.\n\n[Verse 6]\nSo I walk with a limp, but I walk with my head,\nNot chained to tradition nor the words of the dead.\nChurches want soldiers who never ask why,\nBut I was born with a fire - I can’t pacify.\nIf leadership means silence, then leave me outside,\nIf unity costs conscience, I’ll pay that divide.\nChrist leads - not councils, not titles, not men,\nIf the gate shuts again - I’ll still enter through Him.\n\n[Verse 7]\nI’m not bitter, I’m built - through rejection I grew,\nFound faith isn’t proven by who sits with you.\nThe Shepherd calls forward - I don’t turn around,\nI lost man’s approval but heaven was found.\nLet the walls shake again - I’ll walk through unbroken,\nMy loyalty's written in Scripture unspoken.\nI’ll follow till breath fades and feet find that City -\nWhere no one’s exiled, and grace has no committee.\n\n[Bridge]\nI respect good leaders - but I bow to One throne.\nIf I must walk alone - then I’ll walk fully known.\n\n[Final Chorus x2]\nI walked out wounded, but I walked out free,\nNo chain survives when the Lord holds the key.\nGrace held strong when religion withdrew -\nI don't need their approval - I know what is true.\nIf I walk alone, then I'll walk unshaken,\nFaith over the system - never mistaken.\nI’ll follow God even if no one else comes -\nMy freedom was born when their judgment was done.","in-the-little-things/when-the-wounds-run-deep":"[Verse 1]  \nWhen the wounds run deep and the pain is strong,\nAnd the ones we love have done us wrong,\nWe may feel like victims, lost and alone,\nWondering why we've been hurt to the bone.\n\n[Verse 2]  \nBut in the scriptures we can find,\nWords of comfort for our troubled mind,\nFor even Joseph, betrayed by his kin,\nFound a way to forgive and let love in.\n\n[Chorus]  \nYou heal every heart, You mend every soul,  \nIn the valley of tears, Lord, You make us whole.  \nWhen we cannot see the good in Your plan,  \nStill we trust in Your love, in Your sovereign hand.\n\n[Verse 3]  \nAnd Paul too, with his chains and strife,\nFound joy in the preaching of Christ's life,\nCounting all things loss for the sake\nOf knowing Jesus, his soul's true stake.\n\n[Verse 4]  \nSo when we're hurt by those we hold dear,\nLet us remember that God is near,\nAnd though we may not see the good,\nWe can trust in Him, as we know we should.\n\n[Verse 5]  \nFor He is sovereign, and in control,\nAnd He will heal us and make us whole,\nAnd though we may not understand,\nWe can rest in His loving hand.\n\n[Verse 6]  \nSo let us meditate on His word,\nAnd let our hearts be truly stirred,\nTo forgive and love, and let go of hate,\nKnowing that in His plan, all is great.\n\n[Bridge / Breakdown]  \nYou’re the strength in our sorrow,  \nThe hope for tomorrow,  \nThe peace that holds us when we can’t stand.  \nYou restore every broken place,  \nCover us in endless grace -  \nWe rest, we rest in Your hand.\n\n[Final Chorus]  \nYou heal every heart, You mend every soul,  \nIn the valley of tears, Lord, You make us whole.  \nWhen the night won’t break and we can’t understand,  \nStill we cling to Your love, to Your sovereign hand.","in-the-little-things/when-every-friend-fades":"[VERSE 1]  \nOh what a gift it is - a friend in the Gospel,  \nWe walk this road but we don’t walk it alone.  \nIn all our battles, all our victories and failures,  \nIt's grace that binds, it's love that makes us known.  \nNo hero stands alone beneath the weight of calling,  \nWe need each other when the night gets long -  \nAnd through the years I’ve learned with joy and sorrow...  \nI’m stronger when my brothers keep me strong.\n\n[PRE-CHORUS]  \nBut even Paul cried out inside the dungeon walls,  \nBetrayed, forsaken - but still he stood tall.\n\n[CHORUS]  \nWhen the whole world fades and the lights go dim,  \nAnd every friend I trusted walks away again -  \nI call like Paul, “Oh Timothy, come quickly!”  \n‘Cause we’re not made to carry pain alone.  \nBut even when I’m broken and the night cuts deep,  \nWhen no one shows - one Friend still stays with me.  \nMy Rock, my steady One, my faithful King -  \nJesus stands, unshaken, by my side.\n\n[VERSE 2]  \nI’ve known dark rooms where sorrow kept me waiting,  \nI’ve seen betrayal burn like wildfire in my chest.  \nMen I honored let me down, I’ve done the same to others,  \nNo perfect saints among us - only grace for every step.  \nBut some stayed close through every storm that found me,  \nMy brothers walking with me through the bitter wind -  \nAnd my wife, my constant light and anchor,  \nA voice that says, “Get up - keep running once again.”\n\n[PRE-CHORUS]  \nWhen Paul was bleeding hope in chains and iron doors,  \nHe whispered out for friendship - longing for something more.\n\n[CHORUS]  \nWhen the whole world fades and the lights go dim,  \nAnd every friend I trusted walks away again -  \nI call like Paul, “Oh Timothy, come quickly!”  \n‘Cause we’re not made to carry pain alone.  \nBut even when I’m broken and the night cuts deep,  \nWhen no one shows - one Friend still stays with me.  \nMy Rock, my steady One, my faithful King -  \nJesus stands, unshaken, by my side.\n\n[BRIDGE - big, emotional, guitars soaring]  \nCold nights, lost fights - I reach for the ones who care,  \nAcross the states, across the years - I know they're there.  \nBut if every voice falls silent and every ear grows cold -  \nMy Savior holds me closer than them all.  \nHe delivers me from evil, leads me through the fire -  \nA Friend unbroken, love that won’t retire.\n\n[FINAL CHORUS - louder, fuller, end with power]  \nWhen the whole world fades and the lights go dim,  \nWhen every earthly friendship slips like sand again -  \nI stand on Christ, my rock-built foundation,  \nMy faithful Friend who never walks away.  \nThrough chains or thunder, through betrayal’s sting -  \nHe strengthens me, He lifts me up to sing.  \nMy Rock, my steady One, my faithful King -  \nJesus stands, unshaken, by my side.","in-the-little-things/deeper-than-the-words-we-speak":"[Verse 1]\nMisunderstood and accused of deceit,\nMy beliefs are called anti-evangelical,\nYet they’re based on a love so complete,\nA Gospel of grace that’s truly biblical.\n\n[Chorus]\nGrace that’s deeper than the words we speak,\nLove that lifts the tired and weak.\nNot by force, not by fear we’re saved-\nBut by mercy that the Lord has made.\n\n[Verse 2]\nThey say my evangelism is lacking,\nBut they don’t see the truth of my faith,\nThat God’s love for His own is unchanging,\nAnd salvation comes through His saving grace.\n\n[Chorus]\nGrace that’s deeper than the words we speak,\nLove that lifts the tired and weak.\nNot by force, not by fear we’re saved-\nBut by mercy that the Lord has made.\n\n[Verse 3]\nThey confuse the Gospel with soul-winning,\nAn unscriptural understanding of the Word,\nTheir methods are rooted in deception,\nAnd lead to false conversions, it’s quite absurd.\n\n[Chorus]\nGrace that’s deeper than the words we speak,\nLove that lifts the tired and weak.\nNot by force, not by fear we’re saved-\nBut by mercy that the Lord has made.\n\n[Verse 4]\nI proclaim the good news of Christ,\nThe Gospel of grace that’s already done,\nFor those who believe in Him are already saved,\nWritten in the Book of Life, before the world begun.\n\n[Chorus]\nGrace that’s deeper than the words we speak,\nLove that lifts the tired and weak.\nNot by force, not by fear we’re saved-\nBut by mercy that the Lord has made.\n\n[Verse 5]\nI won’t use fear or manipulation,\nTo coerce someone to a profession of faith,\nFor only God can bring them to salvation,\nAnd it’s not a decision they can make.\n\n[Chorus]\nGrace that’s deeper than the words we speak,\nLove that lifts the tired and weak.\nNot by force, not by fear we’re saved-\nBut by mercy that the Lord has made.\n\n[Verse 6]\nI am called a free-grace predestinarian,\nAnd I know the truth of the Gospel so sweet,\nAnd I’ll continue to share it with all who will listen,\nFor in Christ alone is true joy complete.\n\n[Chorus x2]\nGrace that’s deeper than the words we speak,\nLove that lifts the tired and weak.\nNot by force, not by fear we’re saved-\nBut by mercy that the Lord has made.","in-the-little-things/church-aint-a-museum":"[CHORUS]\nChurch ain’t a museum for the perfect ones,\nIt’s a house for the wounded and the tired and the undone.\nIf you’re lookin’ for a place where nobody’s cracked-\nYou missed the whole point, and the Gospel at that.\nWe’re broken, redeemed, held fast by His hand;\nA family of grace-not a flawless clan.\nSo drop that pride, quit holdin’ folks back,\n’Cause nobody’s too far gone for the church like that.\n\n[VERSE 1]\nI can’t go to church with people like that,\nSaid the self-righteous man with a sneer,\nJudging others for their beliefs and their hats,\nNever realizing his own pride and fear.\n\nHe seeks a perfect church, without a flaw,\nWhere everyone thinks just like him,\nBut little does he know, it’s all a mirage,\nFor the perfect church is but a dream.\n\n[VERSE 2]\nJesus himself dined with a betrayer,\nOffered him bread and wine at the feast,\nAnd yet, we still judge others in our favor,\nIgnoring Christ’s example, to say the least.\n\nIn Corinth, there were those with drinking problems,\nBut Paul didn’t say to abandon the church,\nAnd in Galatia, legalism was a symptom,\nBut no one was told to leave in a lurch.\n\n[VERSE 3]\nWe are a family of sinners saved by grace,\nBroken and flawed, yet loved by the Lord,\nIn this place, we pray to seek His face,\nTo worship and praise, with one accord.\n\nSo let us drop our pride and arrogance,\nAnd come together, as one family in Christ,\nFor in His love, there is no pretense,\nOnly grace, mercy, and eternal life.\n\n[BRIDGE]\nHe’s lookin’ for perfection where no human stands,\nForgettin’ every saint’s got trembling hands.\nChrist builds the church with the weak and small-\nAnd His grace hits harder than the sins we haul.\nIf we open up the doors, let the broken in,\nWe’d see redemption do its work again.\n’Cause the church ain’t built by who looks just right-\nIt’s a refuge for the weary in the middle of the fight.\n\n[CHORUS]\nChurch ain’t a museum for the perfect ones,\nIt’s a house for the wounded and the tired and the undone.\nIf you’re lookin’ for a place where nobody’s cracked-\nYou missed the whole point, and the Gospel at that.\nWe’re broken, redeemed, held fast by His hand;\nA family of grace-not a flawless clan.\nSo drop that pride, quit holdin’ folks back,\n’Cause nobody’s too far gone for the church like that.","in-the-little-things/are-you-called-to-preach":"[Verse 1]\nDo you feel a burning in your soul,\nTo preach the truth, to make it whole?\nDo you hear the call, the zealous plea,\nTo proclaim the Gospel fearlessly?\n\n[Chorus - Sung]\nLord, Your Word is fire, let it rise within me.\nMake my heart steadfast, bold, and free.\nNot for glory, not for earthly praise,\nBut for Christ alone - for all my days.\n\n[Spoken Verse 2]\nBut what is this calling that you hear?\nTo preach what, to whom, and where?\nIs it for financial gain and fame,\nOr for the love of Christ and His name?\n\n[Spoken Verse 3]\nMartin Luther, he knew the call,\nTo preach the Gospel, to stand tall,\nHe cared not for riches or praise,\nBut only for the truth to blaze.\n\n[Chorus – Sung]\nLord, Your Word is fire, let it rise within me.\nMake my heart steadfast, bold, and free.\nNot for glory, not for earthly praise,\nBut for Christ alone - for all my days.\n\n[Spoken Verse 4]\nIf you’re truly called to preach,\nIt’s not for money, it’s not for reach,\nIt’s to proclaim the Gospel clear,\nTo those who’ll listen, to those near.\n\n[Spoken Verse 5]\nYou don’t need eloquence or skill,\nJust speak the truth, and do God’s will,\nIt’s not about becoming a pastor or priest,\nBut about the Gospel, the greatest feast.\n\n[Bridge – Sung, Soft & Atmospheric]\nHere I stand, Lord, heart undone,\nUse my life for Your kingdom come.\nLet Your truth be all I speak,\nMake me bold, make me meek.\n\n[Spoken Verse 6]\nDon’t expect a salary or fame,\nDon’t play the world’s money game,\nBut expect to be misunderstood,\nAnd even hated, as Christ’s own blood.\n\n[Spoken Verse 7]\nFor the message you bring is not of man,\nBut of the Sovereign, Almighty’s plan,\nIt’s a message of salvation true,\nOf Christ’s work, not what we do.\n\n[Spoken Verse 8]\nSo if you’re truly called to preach,\nIt’s not for gain or earthly reach,\nIt’s for the love of Christ and His Word,\nTo proclaim His truth, undeterred.\n\n[Final Chorus – Sung, Bigger Build]\nLord, Your Word is fire, let it rise within me.\nMake my heart steadfast, bold, and free.\nNot for glory, not for earthly praise,\nBut for Christ alone - for all my days.\nFor Christ alone - for all my days.","in-the-little-things/let-it-be-love":"[Hook]\nLet it be love...\nOn this trail to the kingdom above.\nLet it be love...\n\n[Verse 1]\nI sit and wonder by the campfire light,\nA question that weighs heavy on my mind,\nFor those I meet on gospel ground,\nAre they true heirs, of the same kind?\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe Lord puts friends and foes in our way,\nAs we walk towards the kingdom above,\nWe recognize our friends as fellow heirs,\nOn our journey in His eternal love.\n\n[Chorus]\nOn this long dust road, we ride side by side,\nSome sure in their faith, some barely holdin’ the line.\nBut I won’t turn cold, I won’t tighten my glove-\nIf I’m gonna err, let it be love.\nYeah, if I’m gonna err, let it be love.\n\n[Spoken Verse 3]\nWe love them and affectionately call them “brother” and “sister,”\nSymbolic of our acceptance, not to be taken lightly,\nThese names are reserved for God’s chosen elect,\nChildren of God, who have passed from darkness to light.\n\n[Spoken Verse 4]\nBut what about those we’re not sure of,\nDo we embrace them as brethren too?\nWhat about those who know the gospel,\nBut struggle to express it, true?\n\n[Spoken Verse 5]\nAn old preacher had a saying,\n“If I don’t get you in Christ, I’ll get you in Adam,”\nMeaning, affectionately referring to someone as brother,\nCannot be wrong, if in kindness, we extend.\n\n[Spoken Verse 6 ]\nSo if I am to err, let it be on the side of love,\nEmbracing those who confess Christ and His truth,\nShowing interest in the gospel,\nNot nitpicking, or examining their faith with a fine-tooth.\n\n[Chorus]\nOn this long dust road, we ride side by side,\nSome sure in their faith, some barely holdin’ the line.\nBut I won’t turn cold, I won’t tighten my glove-\nIf I’m gonna err, let it be love.\nYeah, if I’m gonna err, let it be love.\n\n[Spoken Verse 7]\nA loveless guard at the gospel gate\nIs the greater wound to bear,\nMore tragic than embracing a wanderer\nWhose faith we only half can share.\n\n[Spoken Verse 8]\nLet us love and embrace,\nWith open hearts and open arms,\nFor in this, the Holy Spirit,\nWill guide us, [slow, higher, emotional delivery] and keep us from harm.\n\n[Hook]\nLet it be love...\nOn this trail to the kingdom above.\nLet it be love...\n\n[Chorus x2]\nOn this long dust road, we ride side by side,\nSome sure in their faith, some barely holdin’ the line.\nBut I won’t turn cold, I won’t tighten my glove-\nIf I’m gonna err, let it be love.\nYeah, if I’m gonna err, let it be love.","in-the-little-things/it-is-finished":"[VERSE 1]\nWhen Jesus hung upon the tree,\nA cry broke out through eternity.\nOoooh-ah-eh-yo, “It is finished,” mercy cried,\nAnd at that word, all darkness died.\n\n[VERSE 1 tail]\nThe sky was torn, the veil undone,\nOooh-aaah-yeh-ohh, light pouring from the Son.\n\n[PRE-CHORUS]\nOooh-ah-ah-yo-ehh… the night gave way to dawn,\nAe-ee-ohh-aehh… and chains were broken, gone.\n\n[CHORUS]\nIt is finished - ooo-ahh-ohh, it is done!\nGrace poured down through the Risen One.\nNo more striving, no more pain,\nLove has shattered every chain.\nOoohh it is finished - it is done,\nHope is rising with the morning sun.\n\n[VERSE 2]\nSome still say, “Not yet, not quite,”\nAs though His cross waits on our might.\nBut who are we to shift His Word?\nHis victory forever stands, assured.\n\n[VERSE 2 tail]\nOooh-ah-yeh-ohh we add no thing to what He gave,\nHis finished work alone HAS SAVED.\n\n[PRE-CHORUS]\nOooh-ah-ah-yo-ehh… the night gave way to dawn,\nAe-ee-ohh-aehh… and iron shackles gone.\n\n[CHORUS]\nIt is finished - ooo-ahh-ehh, it is done!\nGrace streams down from the Holy One.\nNo more striving, no more pain,\nLove has broken every chain.\nOoohh it is finished - it is done,\nHope is rising with the morning sun.\n\n[BRIDGE - slow, ancient-toned]\nOooh-aaah-ae-ee, let us rest in what He’s done,\nEe-ya-oooh, in the victory He won.\nOoo-ohh-aeh His promise deep and true,\nEe-ahh-ae His word will carry through.\n\n[INSTRUMENTAL BREAK - EXTENDED]\n\n[VERSE 3]\nNo chosen heart will slip away,\nHis voice still calls the ones that stray.\nOooh the Shepherd holds us near,\nHis finished work dissolves all fear.\n\n[PRE-CHORUS]\nOooh-ah-ah-yo-ehh… the night gave way to dawn,\nAe-ee-ohh-aehh… and death’s dominion gone.\n\n[FINAL CHORUS - widest, fullest version]\nIt is finished - ooo-ahh-ehh-yo, it is done!\nChains lie broken by the Holy Son.\nWe stand redeemed, restored anew,\nGrace eternal, ancient, true.\nOoohh it is finished - it is done,\nHope is rising like the morning sun.\n\n[EXTENDED OUTRO]\nFinished… finished… oooh it is finished…\nFinished… finished… oooh it is finished…\nAaaah-YEH-ohhhh-ahhhh…\nOooh-ahh-yo-ehh… Ae-ee-ohh-aehh…\nFinished… finished… oooh it is finished…\nFinished… finished… oooh it is finished…","from-pride-to-praise/our-pride-monster":"[Verse 1]\nPride, a monster lurking deep within,\nFeeds on theological debate and sin.\nIt whispers in our ear, “you’re always right,”\nBlinding us to our faults and inner light.\n\n[Chorus]\nStill my proud heart, O gentle Lord, and fill me with Your peace;\nLet kindness rule my every thought, and selfish striving cease.\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe cynic’s eye sees error everywhere,\nWith fault-finding as its constant affair.\nIt seeks to divide and tear apart,\nStriving to break the unity of heart.\n\n[Chorus]\nStill my proud heart, O gentle Lord, and fill me with Your peace;\nLet kindness rule my every thought, and selfish striving cease.\n\n[Verse 3]\nBut let us not be consumed by pride,\nLet love and compassion be our guide.\nEncouragement, not fault-finding, let us sow,\nWith hearts full of love, and Christ aglow.\n\n[Verse 4]\nFor when we seek to satisfy our thirst,\nWith Christ, our pride monster is reversed.\nWith eyes fixed on Him, our hearts full of grace,\nWe can confront error with a gentle embrace.\n\n[Chorus]\nStill my proud heart, O gentle Lord, and fill me with Your peace;\nLet kindness rule my every thought, and selfish striving cease.\n\n[Verse 5]\nSo let us seek to kill our pride monster within,\nAnd not be nitpickers, but lovers of kin.\nMay our hearts overflow with joy and love,\nAs we seek His glory like a pleasant dove.\n\n[Chorus x2]\nStill my proud heart, O gentle Lord, and fill me with Your peace;\nLet kindness rule my every thought, and selfish striving cease.","from-pride-to-praise/puffed-up-man":"[CHORUS]\nPuffed-up man with a heart of stone,\nTyping in the dark on a broken throne.\nBig on talk but he’s small inside-\nLost in the shadows where the blind reside.\nHe knows every rule but he missed the plan,\n’Cause grace ain’t earned by the puffed-up man.\n\n[VERSE 1]\nA solid man, they call him so,\nWith bones of anger and pride to show,\nMore bones than meat he often finds,\nAnd leaves a trail of combative lines.\n\nHe spurns the church and shuns the light,\nPreferring to sit and type all night,\nPosting attacks on all around,\nHis logic leaps with a hollow sound.\n\n[VERSE 2]\nHe scorns the Gospel’s simple truth,\nInsisting on words in his proof,\nBelief in Christ, to him, is not enough,\nFor he demands a precise rebuff.\n\nHe sees the saved and lost alone,\nAnd won’t accept what’s not his own,\nHis wrath burns hot against all foes,\nLeaving a trail of verbal blows.\n\n[VERSE 3]\nHe glories in his knowledge gained,\nBut love and joy are things disdained,\nHe cares not for the fruit of the Spirit,\nOnly his intellect, to him, is merit.\n\nHe’s self-important, full of pride,\nAttacking all on the other side,\nFor he who wears his faith on his sleeve,\nIs the puffed up man, who doesn’t believe.\n\n[BRIDGE]\nHe’s fighting shadows in his mind again,\nBuilding little kingdoms with a broken pen.\nBut truth don’t bend for the prideful man-\nGrace cuts deeper than the words he plans.\nIf he’d lay it down, he could rise again,\nTrade wrath for peace, let the healing in.\n’Cause love speaks louder than the lines he types,\nAnd Christ breaks chains that his pride ignites.\n\n[CHORUS x2]\nPuffed-up man with a heart of stone,\nTyping in the dark on a broken throne.\nBig on talk but he’s small inside-\nLost in the shadows where the blind reside.\nHe knows every rule but he missed the plan,\n’Cause grace ain’t earned by the puffed-up man.","from-pride-to-praise/it-aint-my-strength":"[Verse 1]\nIn youth, I fought with truth in hand,\nAnd words that pounded like a drum,\nI’d make them see, I’d make them understand,\nAnd bring them all to kingdom come.\n\nBut in my zeal, I couldn’t see,\nThat it was not my strength that mattered,\nBut the Lord’s sovereignty, that held the key,\nHis power, that was not to be battered.\n\n[Chorus]\nIt ain’t my strength,\nIt ain’t my will,\nOnly the Lord can calm a heart so still.\nI tell the truth,\nBut He saves the soul -\nHis mighty hand\nIs in control.\n\n[Verse 2]\nLike Lydia, the seller of purple,\nWhose heart the Lord had opened wide,\nShe listened to the words of Paul,\nAnd in the truth, she did abide.\n\nWe cannot beat the truth into minds,\nWe cannot scare or threaten souls,\nOnly the Spirit of the Lord,\nCan make the truth take its tolls.\n\n[Chorus]\nIt ain’t my strength,\nIt ain’t my will,\nOnly the Lord can calm a heart so still.\nI tell the truth,\nBut He saves the soul -\nHis mighty hand\nIs in control.\n\n[Verse 3]\nWe must trust in the Lord’s sovereignty,\nAnd rest in His control,\nGently present the truth in love,\nAnd wait for hearts to be made whole.\n\nLike hungry chickens fed with care,\nNeedy sinners will come to partake,\nIn the satisfying food of the Gospel,\nThe Lord will lead them, for His sake.\n\n[Final Chorus]\nIt ain’t my strength,\nIt ain’t my will,\nOnly the Lord can calm a heart so still.\nI tell the truth,\nBut He saves the soul -\nHis mighty hand\nIs in control.","from-pride-to-praise/holy-trollers":"[Chorus]\nHoly trollers rise online,\nTurnin’ truth into a fight -\nWords like weapons, sharpened bright,\nBut no one wins when rage ignites!\nIn the chaos, choose your flame:\nWill you heal or will you maim?\nHoly trollers feed the fire -\nBut Christ calls us to something higher!\n\n[Verse 1]\nIn the realm of digital discourse, where words take flight,\nHoly trollers reign, turning faith into a fight.\nWith every keystroke, they transform the online space,\nTheir virtual battleground, a most unholy place.\nThe Prophet, quick to condemn and shame,\nRelishes the thought of foes engulfed in fiery flame.\nWith threats of hell and worms to feast upon their sin,\nThey cast away all hope for feeding the soul within.\n\n[Chorus]\nHoly trollers rise online,\nTurnin’ truth into a fight -\nWords like weapons, sharpened bright,\nBut no one wins when rage ignites!\nIn the chaos, choose your flame:\nWill you heal or will you maim?\nHoly trollers feed the fire -\nBut Christ calls us to something higher!\n\n[Verse 2]\nYet some have learned the art of arguing with grace,\nNot seeking to condemn, but understanding to embrace.\nWith patience and with kindness, they choose a gentler way,\nFor changing minds and hearts requires more than just display.\nThe Brawler enters boldly, fists raised and ready to brawl,\nNo care for souls or feelings, just a need to see them fall.\nTo argue like this one, take note of Jesus’ style,\nFor with stories, care, and empathy, He caused hearts to smile.\nThe Atheist, well-read and armed with logic sharp and clear,\nToo often falls to caricatures, and bitterness severe.\nBut if they’d take the time to know a person of true faith,\nBoth sides might find surprising common ground to navigate.\n\n[Chorus]\nHoly trollers rise online,\nTurnin’ truth into a fight -\nWords like weapons, sharpened bright,\nBut no one wins when rage ignites!\nIn the chaos, choose your flame:\nWill you heal or will you maim?\nHoly trollers feed the fire -\nBut Christ calls us to something higher!\n\n[Verse 3]\nThe Scholar, wise and learned, their knowledge vast and deep,\nCan lose their audience in the whirl of facts they heap.\nFor changing lifelong beliefs is not a swift affair,\nIt takes time, trust, and conversations shared with gentle care.\nThe Peacemaker shines a beacon of hope amidst the fray,\nDefusing tense encounters with words of peace, they sway.\nThrough kindness and humility, they foster dialogue,\nEncouraging understanding, breaking through the fog.\nIn this world of holy trollers, a choice we all must make,\nTo be a voice of peace and love or strife and heartache break.\nAs conversations turn to faith, both online and face to face,\nWill you be a peacemaker or a brawler in God’s eternal chase?\n\n[Breakdown]\nHOLY trollers!\nFEEDING THE FLAME!\nFAITH TURNED A WARZONE -\nWHO’S TO BLAME?!\nRage in the comments, pride on display -\nBut only truth and love remain at the end of the day!\n\n[Final Chorus]\nHoly trollers rise online,\nTurnin’ truth into a fight -\nWords like weapons, sharpened bright,\nBut no one wins when rage ignites!\nIn the chaos, choose your flame:\nWill you heal or will you maim?\nHoly trollers feed the fire -\nBut Christ calls us to something higher!","from-pride-to-praise/in-shadows-of-duality":"[Verse 1]\nIn shadows of duality, we wander and we strive,\nA mystery to ourselves, the war within alive.\nWe seek the good, the love, the grace, but evil finds us too,\nA paradox, a twisted dance, forever to pursue.\n\n[Chorus]\nIn the war within my heart, Your mercy holds me still;\nGrace lifts me from the shadows, and bends me to Your will.\n\n[Verse 2]\nWarmth and cold, the changing tide, within our very core,\nExalting self, then brought down low, upon the humbled floor.\nA heart that longs for heaven’s touch, yet clings to worldly treasure,\nOur souls entwined in conflict, seeking balance in this measure.\n\n[Chorus]\nIn the war within my heart, Your mercy holds me still;\nGrace lifts me from the shadows, and bends me to Your will.\n\n[Verse 3]\nOh mystery, the puzzle of our mortal, fickle state,\nA blend of wisdom, folly, and desires we navigate.\nWe press ahead with hopeful hearts, yet lag in hesitation,\nA paradox, a battle waged, within our own creation.\n\n[Verse 4]\nTwo natures locked in strife, within one bosom dwell,\nA duality so deep, no words could ever tell.\nAs carnal thoughts and grace collide, the war within us waged,\nWe sink in self-abasement, by our vileness, we’re engaged.\n\n[Chorus]\nIn the war within my heart, Your mercy holds me still;\nGrace lifts me from the shadows, and bends me to Your will.\n\n[Verse 5]\nYet through the darkness, light emerges, Jesus’ love appears,\nThe more we see our tainted selves, the brighter He endears.\nThe mystery of heaven’s realm, a paradox unveiled,\nIn this eternal struggle, may love’s grace always prevail.\n\n[Chorus x2]\nIn the war within my heart, Your mercy holds me still;\nGrace lifts me from the shadows, and bends me to Your will.","from-pride-to-praise/humbled-by-your-grace":"[Verse 1]\nI remember what it was like to be blind,\nSearching for truth in the darkness and despair.\nBut then He revealed Himself to me,\nAnd now I see, His truth is everywhere.\n\n[Chorus]\nHumbled by Your grace, Lord, I bow before Your throne;\nAll I am, and all I have, is Yours and Yours alone.\n\n[Verse 2]\nI feel sorrow and pity for those who don’t know Him,\nEspecially for His chosen elect, still waiting to see.\nHow could anyone who believes, have any pride,\nWhen everything they have is a gift from Thee?\n\n[Chorus]\nHumbled by Your grace, Lord, I bow before Your throne;\nAll I am, and all I have, is Yours and Yours alone.\n\n[Verse 3]\nBut I too struggle with pride, oh Lord,\nEven pride in Your grace and Your love.\nPurge my heart of all self righteousness,\nFill it with Your love from above.\n\n[Chorus]\nHumbled by Your grace, Lord, I bow before Your throne;\nAll I am, and all I have, is Yours and Yours alone.\n\n[Verse 4]\nHelp me to lean on Your Spirit, dear Lord,\nFor all things, and not on my own understanding.\nPrepare my heart for eternity, I pray,\nFilled with Your love, overflowing and expanding.\n\n[Chorus x2]\nHumbled by Your grace, Lord, I bow before Your throne;\nAll I am, and all I have, is Yours and Yours alone.","from-pride-to-praise/the-thief":"[Verse 1]\nA thief, a man of sin and shame,\nOn the cross, he bore the blame.\nNo church clothes, no pious guise,\nNo works to merit paradise.\n\n[Verse 2]\nNo baptism, no tongues of fire,\nNo mission trips to spread the choir,\nNo offerings of wealth or time,\nNo confirmation, yet still he climbed.\n\n[Verse 3]\nThe cross he hung, unable to kneel,\nNo sinner’s prayer, no holy appeal,\nBut one belief, the thief held true,\nThat Christ was who He claimed to be, no other view.\n\n[Chorus]\nNothing in my hands to bring,\nNo good works, no offering.\nJust faith alone in Christ who saves,\nThe One who conquered death and graves.\nNo merit mine, no debt I own -\nI stand redeemed by grace alone.\n\n[Verse 4]\nNo theologians’ words or spin,\nNo shining lights, no ego within,\nNo miracles seen or pictures drawn,\nJust faith alone, his heart shining strong.\n\n[Verse 5]\nFor God so loved, He gave His Son,\nAnd through belief, salvation’s won.\nNo matter what we’ve done or lack,\nIn Christ alone, we find our track.\n\n[Chorus]\nNothing in my hands to bring,\nNo good works, no offering.\nJust faith alone in Christ who saves,\nThe One who conquered death and graves.\nNo merit mine, no debt I own -\nI stand redeemed by grace alone.\n\n[Verse 6]\nThe thief, a testament to grace,\nA glimpse of God’s unending chase,\nA reminder of His love profound,\nThat through faith alone, we’re heaven-bound.\n\n[Final Chorus]\nNothing in my hands to bring,\nNo good works, no offering.\nJust faith alone in Christ who saves,\nThe One who conquered death and graves.\nNo merit mine, no debt I own -\nI stand redeemed by grace alone.","from-pride-to-praise/professor-or-possessor":"[Verse 1]\nProfessor or possessor, which one are you?\nOne who studies and defends, or one who sees and comprehends.\nOne who professes words, or one who feels the Lord’s embrace.\nOne who’s in it for the show, or one who’s found true grace.\n\nReligious camps have many professors,\nWho maintain their status with doctrines and confessors.\nBut true salvation is not found in words alone,\nIt’s a possession of the heart, a seed that’s fully grown.\n\n[Chorus]\nNot just a mind that knows His name,\nBut a heart set free by grace, not shame.\nMore than words or what we claim -\nIt’s Christ within who lights the flame.\nA professor speaks, but a possessor sees…\nThe risen Lord who makes us free.\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe possessor, they come to truth through trial and pain,\nFeeling their own sin and longing for heavenly gain.\nThey sense their nakedness and long for robes to cover,\nBurdened by guilt they flee to Calvary, there’s no other.\n\nSo do not be fooled by an outward appearance,\nTrue possession is an inward reality and experience.\nIt’s not about reciting the latest talking points,\nBut Christ’s sovereign grace that transforms and anoints.\n\n[Chorus]\nNot just a mind that knows His name,\nBut a heart set free by grace, not shame.\nMore than words or what we claim -\nIt’s Christ within who lights the flame.\nA professor speaks, but a possessor sees…\nThe risen Lord who makes us free.\n\n[Verse 3]\nSo professor or possessor, which one will you be?\nOne who studies and defends, or one who’s set free.\nA mere appearance, or an inward reality,\nThe choice is God’s, in Christ’s love and mercy.\n\n[Final Chorus]\nNot just a mind that knows His name,\nBut a heart set free by grace, not shame.\nMore than words or what we claim -\nIt’s Christ within who lights the flame.\nA professor speaks, but a possessor sees…\nThe risen Lord who makes us free.","from-pride-to-praise/i-dont-know":"[Verse 1]\nThe mysteries of life, the secrets untold,\nBelong to the One who created the world.\nThe Lord our God, who reigns on high,\nKnows all things, beyond our eye.\n\nBut for us, the revealed things are clear,\nFor us and our brethren, year after year.\nTo follow the words of the Gospel we’ve been given,\nTo live a life pleasing to the Lord of heaven.\n\n[Chorus]\nI don’t know - and that’s alright,\nI’m learning as I move through life.\nI don’t know - but here I stand,\nWalking in the rhythm of His good plan.\nQuestions come and questions go,\nBut I keep rolling with the flow -\nTruth stays steady, let it show…\n“I don’t know.”\n\n[Verse 2]\nYet how often do we claim to know it all,\nWhen asked a question, we refuse to fall.\nPride takes hold, and we can’t admit,\nWe don’t have the answer, not one bit.\n\nOh, let us have the courage to say,\n“I don’t know, but I’ll seek the way.”\nTo humbly admit, we don’t have a clue,\nAnd be open to learning something new.\n\n[Chorus]\nI don’t know - and that’s alright,\nI’m learning as I move through life.\nI don’t know - but here I stand,\nWalking in the rhythm of His good plan.\nQuestions come and questions go,\nBut I keep rolling with the flow -\nTruth stays steady, let it show…\n“I don’t know.”\n\n[Verse 3]\nFor speaking the truth in love is key,\nTo generate trust, and honesty.\nLet’s not perpetuate falsehoods galore,\nBut admit when we don’t know, and seek for more.\n\nSo the next time you’re asked a question deep,\nAnd you don’t know the answer, don’t lose sleep.\nJust say, “I don’t know,” and leave it there,\nFor the Lord holds the secrets, and all truths will be made clear.\n\n[Final Chorus]\nI don’t know - and that’s alright,\nI’m learning as I move through life.\nI don’t know - but here I stand,\nWalking in the rhythm of His good plan.\nQuestions come and questions go,\nBut I keep rolling with the flow -\nTruth stays steady, let it show…\n“I don’t know.”","from-pride-to-praise/all-things":"[Verse 1]\nAll things, every single one,\nAre under God’s control.\nHe works them all for good,\nFor those who love His goal.\n\n[Chorus]\nAll things rest in Your hands, O Lord, Your purpose stands secure;\nIn every joy and trial of life, Your steadfast love endures.\n\n[Verse 2]\nThere is no chance or luck,\nNo accident or fate.\nAll things are planned by God,\nIt’s His will that we await.\n\n[Chorus]\nAll things rest in Your hands, O Lord, Your purpose stands secure;\nIn every joy and trial of life, Your steadfast love endures.\n\n[Verse 3]\nHe uses all things for His glory,\nAnd for our good as well.\nHe’s working to conform us,\nTo the image of Christ to dwell.\n\n[Verse 4]\nSo let us trust in His purpose,\nIn all that comes our way.\nFor He is good and sovereign,\nAnd His love will never stray.\n\n[Chorus]\nAll things rest in Your hands, O Lord, Your purpose stands secure;\nIn every joy and trial of life, Your steadfast love endures.\n\n[Verse 5]\nHe’s given us all things,\nTo use for His great fame.\nLet us seek to glorify Him,\nIn all that we do and say.\n\n[Verse 6]\nFor all things are for our sake,\nTo bring us to His side.\nLet us rest in His promise,\nAnd in His love abide.\n\n[Chorus x3]\nAll things rest in Your hands, O Lord, Your purpose stands secure;\nIn every joy and trial of life, Your steadfast love endures.","from-pride-to-praise/your-sovereign-will-stands-firm":"[Verse 1]\nIn realms of might, where the Sovereign stands,\nNo need for mortal to defend His plans,\nHe who molds the world with divine hands,\nThe Creator, Shaper, the Almighty spans.\n\n[Chorus]\nYour sovereign will stands firm, O Lord, no power can oppose;\nIn awe we bow before Your throne, where mercy overflows.\n\n[Verse 2]\nIn His acts of righteousness, none contest,\nFor He, the law giver, knows what is best,\nFrom beginning to end, His pleasure invests,\nA world unfolding, His decree manifests.\n\n[Chorus]\nYour sovereign will stands firm, O Lord, no power can oppose;\nIn awe we bow before Your throne, where mercy overflows.\n\n[Verse 3]\nNo need for defense, the faithful perceive,\nIn God’s sovereignty, they humbly believe,\nYet some may falter, as they try to achieve,\nA justifier’s role, in what He conceived.\n\n[Verse 4]\nBefore time began, His choice was made,\nSalvation and damnation, by His will displayed,\nNot for good or bad, His plan was laid,\nBut for His pleasure, the ransom paid.\n\n[Chorus]\nYour sovereign will stands firm, O Lord, no power can oppose;\nIn awe we bow before Your throne, where mercy overflows.\n\n[Verse 5]\nThe potter and clay, His power reveals,\nOne vessel for honor, the other truth concealed,\nHis wrath and mercy, in balance He wields,\nTo show His glory, His plan unpeels.\n\n[Verse 6]\nTremble in reverence, speak the truth whole,\nEven the discomfort, let His story unroll,\nFor in His sovereignty, we find our soul,\nIn the Almighty’s hands, eternally console.\n\n[Chorus x2]\nYour sovereign will stands firm, O Lord, no power can oppose;\nIn awe we bow before Your throne, where mercy overflows.","from-pride-to-praise/o-lamb-of-god":"[Verse 1]\nUpon the earth, a tale of woe,\nA vision dark as night unfolds,\nTwo fearsome beasts, their power grows,\nThe Lamb, our hope and strength, behold!\n\n[Chorus]\nO Lamb of God, our refuge sure, through every raging storm;\nYour blood has sealed our victory, Your love keeps us secure and warm.\n\n[Verse 2]\nFrom sea and land, the monsters rise,\nAs nations crumble in their wake,\nTheir aim to crush the Church of Christ,\nYet in His grace, we stand unshaken.\n\n[Chorus]\nO Lamb of God, our refuge sure, through every raging storm;\nYour blood has sealed our victory, Your love keeps us secure and warm.\n\n[Verse 3]\nThe Lamb, slain from the world’s foundation,\nA testament to God’s eternal plan,\nHis blood, the price of our salvation,\nA beacon guiding every weary man.\n\n[Verse 4]\nIn days of darkness, lies, and strife,\nFalse prophets spread their twisted creed,\nBut in our hearts, the truth of life,\nThe Lamb’s own voice we recognize and heed.\n\n[Chorus]\nO Lamb of God, our refuge sure, through every raging storm;\nYour blood has sealed our victory, Your love keeps us secure and warm.\n\n[Verse 5]\nThough all that dwell upon the earth,\nShall worship at the beast’s command,\nThe Lamb’s elect, of sacred worth,\nShall find their refuge in His sovereign hand.\n\n[Verse 6]\nIn the Book of Life, our names inscribed,\nA testament to love and grace,\nThe Lamb’s protection, our surest guide,\nIn His embrace, we find our resting place.\n\n[Chorus]\nO Lamb of God, our refuge sure, through every raging storm;\nYour blood has sealed our victory, Your love keeps us secure and warm.\n\n[Verse 7]\nFor chosen ones, the Lamb has bled,\nAnd through His blood, our sins erased,\nHis sacrifice, our daily bread,\nIn Him, we stand, forever safe and graced.\n\n[Verse 8]\nThrough endless trials, we shall endure,\nAs conquerors in the Lamb’s great name,\nHis love, eternal, strong and pure,\nOur hope, our strength, our victory proclaimed.\n\n[Chorus x2]\nO Lamb of God, our refuge sure, through every raging storm;\nYour blood has sealed our victory, Your love keeps us secure and warm."}