Zach Williams’s musichas been my soundtrack for at least the last three years. And I had no idea until a few months ago. He wrote and performed songs that seemed to pull my heart out and wring the tears directly from it. His voice is rich and soulful and his writing is soul therapy. If you haven’t enjoyed his music yet, do yourself a favor and listen to his last three albums.
Along this thought train, I want to share a smaller volume of songs that have ministered to me over the last year. Here are my top picks from K-Love’s rotation plus one from elsewhere. Be blessed as you go.
evidence: the available body of facts or information indicating whether a belief or proposition is true or valid
Every time Evidence comes on in the car I want to pull over and praise God. Today, I came to home to write.
All throughout my history Your faithfulness has walked beside me.
There is not one period of my life that I cannot identify the presence of God and His work in me. I remember being baptized around the age of six. Though I had no understanding of what that meant at the time, I can literally look back on my life to that moment and see how God has held on to me through every devastation, betrayal, abuse, disillusionment and every step of rebuilding and healing.
I remember my one-dollar lock and key diaries from Walgreens that were full of my seven-year-old pleadings for God to save me from the near daily sexual abuse I was subjected to. “Dear God, he did it again. Please make him stop!” Years of one or two line prayers. Silent screams. One day, four years later, God called me out of my house (I didn’t recognize His hand then, but I certainly do now) and guided me on a walk to a nearby police station outpost. I knocked on the door and said to the officer who answered, “I’m being molested.”
From that moment forward, I was never again forced to share space with my violators.
The winter storms made way for spring. In every season, from where I’m standing I see the evidence of Your goodness all over my life. I see Your promises in fulfillment all over my life.
I grew up in families – both sides – that didn’t acknowledge abuse or trauma. Everyone is either a victim or a perpetrator. If anyone could claim to be on the sidelines, they would act deaf, dumb, blind and incapable for standing against any wrongdoing.
A few years after I had forgiven my dad, and a few years before he died, he asked me why I act better than I am. “You’re from the ghetto, you’ll always be ghetto.” This was during the “healing and repair” of our relationship, mind you. It was also one of our last conversations.
Imagine being told by someone who should have molded you for greatness, that you were never expected to rise above his level of filth, disease, psychological, sexual and spiritual bondage. Imagine being looked upon with disgust by a man who, for all intent and purpose, murdered you as a child and then being told as an adult woman that you were expected to remain dead.
At that time, I hadn’t yet started my dedicated faith walk. I was still journaling – writing prayers to God – but the Bible remained a mystery to me. Nothing was catching or keeping. However, I can look back on that time now and see it as the beginning of release in my life. I tried so hard to reconcile that relationship, but when I stopped holding on – when I stopped trying – it was easy to see that I had been on my own the whole time.
I believe firmly that God desires willing hearts most – a desire to conform to His Word in practice and deed. However, He has never allowed me to remain open to those who intentionally harm me repeatedly. I view this as God’s judgement on the other person’s heart condition, rather than my inability to be faithful and obedient to Grace and Mercy.
Imagine telling your sire: I’m more than my beginnings. I’m more than the seed you contributed to my being. I’ve become more than a little girl from the ghetto.
Help me remember when I’m weak, fear may come but fear will leave.
It’s said that we can do anything we can imagine. Yet our imagination is limited by what we’re exposed to. What if we’re exposed to people who can’t see beyond their own dark pits?
I went into a deep depression in my late thirties. My mom died at the age of thirty-six and when I reached that age, my future dimmed to darkness. It was difficult to climb out of my second grave by letting go of the woman I thought I would have become by then. My mother began life as a sharecropper’s granddaughter in rural Mississippi, but I only ever saw her as the best of all created beings. As difficult as her life had been, she had at least accomplished the Holy Grail of Womanhood (according to society) – marriage and children. No matter that she tied herself to a rotten man and worked multiple minimum wage jobs to house and feed her children, she remained the epitome of everything to me. It was difficult to see myself as worthy of more time in this world than she had. Harder still to face the length of her lifespan without even a taste of the Holy Grail of Womanhood.
The end of beginnings is the beginning of letting go.
You lead my heart to victory. You are my strength and You always will be.
My birthday this year will put me at ten years beyond the lifespan of my mother – and still not even a lick of the traditional Holy Grail of Womanhood. Today, I can say I am completely fine with that. In recent years I’ve not only learned to embrace my solitude, I’ve come to appreciate it, honor it and protect it. There’s something being forged in me that I can’t articulate. That glimpse of greatness that repelled my dad fifteen years ago, is unfurling in a wondrous way. I’ve grown from hiding my light under a bushel to Clarkeshia Kent exposing her S with a declarative chest thrust. Yet my light is still gaining strength. I foresee beaming across the Universe.
Why settle for tradition when the Universe is already mine?
I’m becoming a Woman I never imagined I would be. Nothing about my life today was part of the dream, fantasy or hope. Everything about my life is better than all my mind and heart conjured for me. There’s something to be said about what we’re exposed to. Exposure sounds expansive, but it’s actually limiting. If we only trust what our eyes see, we will be satisfied with that view for our life. However, when we begin to let go of all the dead things – relationships, hopes, dreams, ideals, culture, tradition – we will have room to invite the previously unimaginable in. We will be able to develop into beings of light with experiences beyond the confinement of the world. Living beyond the construct breaks the paradigm. At which point, you’ll actually be able to imagine what previously seemed impossible. Thus, within your reality all things are then possible.
A great portent appeared in heaven: a woman clothed with the sun, with the moon under her feet, and on her head a crown of twelve stars. She was pregnant and was crying out in birth pangs, in the agony of giving birth.
But her child was snatched away and taken to God and to his throne; and the woman fled into the wilderness, where she has a place prepared by God, so that there she can be nourished for one thousand two hundred sixty days.
So when the dragon saw that he had been thrown down to the earth, he pursued[d] the woman who had given birth to the male child. But the woman was given the two wings of the great eagle, so that she could fly from the serpent into the wilderness, to her place where she is nourished for a time, and times, and half a time.
Then the dragon was angry with the woman, and went off to make war on the rest of her children, those who keep the commandments of God and hold the testimony of Jesus.
All throughout my history Your faithfulness has walked beside me The winter storms made way for spring In every season, from where I’m standing
I see the evidence of Your goodness All over my life All over my life I see Your promises in fulfillment All over my life All over my life
Help me remember when I’m weak Fear may come but fear will leave You lead my heart to victory You are my strength and You always will be
See the cross, the empty grave The evidence is endless All my sin rolled away Because of You, oh Jesus
Why should I fear The evidence is here
See a Victory
by Elevation Worship w/Brandon Lake
The weapon may be formed but it won’t prosper When the darkness falls it won’t prevail Cause the God I serve knows only how to triumph My God will never fail My God will never fail
I’m gonna see a victory I’m gonna see a victory For the battle belongs to You Lord I’m gonna see a victory I’m gonna see a victory For the battle belongs to You Lord
There’s power in the mighty name of Jesus Every war He wages He will win I’m not backing down from any giant I know how this story ends I know how this story ends
You take what the enemy meant for evil And You turn it for good You turn it for good
Then Deborah and Barak son of Abinoam sang on that day, saying:
“When locks are long in Israel, when the people offer themselves willingly— bless the Lord!
“Hear, O kings; give ear, O princes; to the Lord I will sing, I will make melody to the Lord, the God of Israel.
“Lord, when you went out from Seir, when you marched from the region of Edom, the earth trembled, and the heavens poured, the clouds indeed poured water. The mountains quaked before the Lord, the One of Sinai, before the Lord, the God of Israel.
“In the days of Shamgar, son of Anath, in the days of Jael, caravans ceased and travelers kept to the byways. The peasantry prospered in Israel, they grew fat on plunder, because you arose, Deborah, arose as a mother in Israel. When new gods were chosen, then war was in the gates. Was shield or spear to be seen among forty thousand in Israel? My heart goes out to the commanders of Israel who offered themselves willingly among the people. Bless the Lord.
“Tell of it, you who ride on white donkeys, you who sit on rich carpets and you who walk by the way. To the sound of musicians at the watering places, there they repeat the triumphs of the Lord, the triumphs of his peasantry in Israel.
“Then down to the gates marched the people of the Lord.
“Awake, awake, Deborah! Awake, awake, utter a song! Arise, Barak, lead away your captives, O son of Abinoam. Then down marched the remnant of the noble; the people of the Lord marched down for him against the mighty. From Ephraim they set out into the valley, following you, Benjamin, with your kin; from Machir marched down the commanders, and from Zebulun those who bear the marshal’s staff; the chiefs of Issachar came with Deborah, and Issachar faithful to Barak; into the valley they rushed out at his heels. Among the clans of Reuben there were great searchings of heart. Why did you tarry among the sheepfolds, to hear the piping for the flocks? Among the clans of Reuben there were great searchings of heart. Gilead stayed beyond the Jordan; and Dan, why did he abide with the ships? Asher sat still at the coast of the sea, settling down by his landings. Zebulun is a people that scorned death; Naphtali too, on the heights of the field.
“The kings came, they fought; then fought the kings of Canaan, at Taanach, by the waters of Megiddo; they got no spoils of silver. The stars fought from heaven, from their courses they fought against Sisera. The torrent Kishon swept them away, the onrushing torrent, the torrent Kishon. March on, my soul, with might!
“Then loud beat the horses’ hoofs with the galloping, galloping of his steeds.
“Curse Meroz, says the angel of the Lord, curse bitterly its inhabitants, because they did not come to the help of the Lord, to the help of the Lord against the mighty.
“Most blessed of women be Jael, the wife of Heber the Kenite, of tent-dwelling women most blessed. He asked water and she gave him milk, she brought him curds in a lordly bowl. She put her hand to the tent peg and her right hand to the workmen’s mallet; she struck Sisera a blow, she crushed his head, she shattered and pierced his temple. He sank, he fell, he lay still at her feet; at her feet he sank, he fell; where he sank, there he fell dead.
“Out of the window she peered, the mother of Sisera gazed through the lattice: ‘Why is his chariot so long in coming? Why tarry the hoofbeats of his chariots?’ Her wisest ladies make answer, indeed, she answers the question herself: ‘Are they not finding and dividing the spoil?— A girl or two for every man; spoil of dyed stuffs for Sisera, spoil of dyed stuffs embroidered, two pieces of dyed work embroidered for my neck as spoil?’ “
So perish all your enemies, O Lord! But may your friends be like the sun as it rises in its might.”
This weekend I finally spent some quality time within my congregation. I’ve been streaming, skipping, traveling, and visiting – generally not all there. Not all anywhere. This whole year, I’ve been scrambled. Doing too much. All over the place. Not able to write, or journal for that matter. Not even settled or centered enough to edit my Desert of Solitude manuscript.
Yesterday I was determined to sit in the morning and afternoon service. I was equally determined to spend time editing my manuscript after the services. I did both. It felt like a productive day. The end of the first service turned into a spontaneous prayer meeting. Needed it. Needed it all. I prayed. I released. I sang. I wrote. I hit repeat. Picked up groceries on the way home. Cooked myself a meal. Slept like a baby. Woke up on time. Got to work around the time I should (can’t fix everything in one day!).
After lunch today, I put on YouTube at my desk. Sometimes I let the gospel and praise songs play randomly. I’m able to listen through my phone headset, so not to obvious. Except, occasionally, when I give myself away with raised hands, humming, laughs (in place of shouts), verbal amens and hallelujahs. When Nothing to Hold On To came on today, I had to pause. It halted me in my seat. I stopped swaying and listened intently. I’m certain I’ve heard it before, even though it sounded brand new to my ears. It could’ve been the voice. I wasn’t familiar with Leon Timbo’s voice. The lyrics and the voice reached deep into me. There was clutch at my heart and no immediate release. I had to write it down before it ended: Leon Timbo, Lean Not on My Own Understanding. Then I headed to the Ladies room.
I lean not on my own understanding My life is in the hands of the Maker of heaven I give it all to You, God Trusting that you’ll make something beautiful out of me
I want to be beautiful.
That thought spun around my mind and the tears began to flow. They’re still flowing as I write. Life used to be so beautiful. So very lovely and full of hope. Endless possibilities. But I got stuck in a miasma of nothingness. Emptiness. Futility. Routine that bears no good fruit; only bitterness and resentment. What beauty can come from such an existence?
Yet those were the words that cracked open my heart today and released the dam of tears.
Who shall ascend the hill of the Lord?
He who has clean hands and a pure heart
I will climb this mountain with my hands wide open
One of my edits last night read: “There are certainly those who are content to dump their trash into my ears, mind and life, but those same people choose not to share any measure of their joy or happiness with me. By and large, people have only chosen to sow their darkness into me, even as I attempted to sow my light into their lives. I now have the knowledge, understanding and strength to reject all such offerings.”
There’s nothing I hold on to, ‘cause I’m holding on to You.
When editing another piece titled, “For those who demand everything and give nothing freely,” I was led to add words from Luke 6:27-36. What I wrote on my draft was, He is kind to the ungrateful and wicked. Be merciful, as your Father is merciful. This here is why my heart was in a vice grip in the ladies room. I had more to release. I hadn’t let go. I was holding on to nothing while begging for everything – for life. Fixated on the darkness, while searching for my joy and light.
I think that’s part of the reason the first line hooked me, I lean not on my own understanding. I’ve been caught in a loop and unable to see beyond the current cycle.
There’s nothing I hold on to
I lean not on my own understanding
My life is in the hands of the Maker of heaven
I will climb this mountain with my hands wide open
Nothing I Hold On To
Nothing I Hold On To
Written by Will Reagan and United Pursuit
Performed by Leon Timbo
I lean not on my own understanding
My life is in the hands of the Maker of heaven
I give it all to You
God trusting that you’ll make something beautiful out of me (3x)
There’s nothing I hold on to (4x)
I lean not on my own understanding
My life is in the hands of the Maker of heaven (2x)
I will climb this mountain with my hands wide open (2x)
Abba
Abba
Written by Jonathan David & Melissa Helser
Performed by Leon Timbo
You’re more real than the ground I’m standing on
You’re more real than the wind in my lungs
Your thoughts define me, You’re inside me
You’re my reality
Abba, I belong to you
Abba, I belong to you
You’re closer than the skin on my bones
You’re closer than the song on my tongue
Your thoughts define me, You’re inside me
You’re my reality
Abba, I belong to you
Abba, I belong to you
Abba, I belong to you
Abba
God provides, so why do I worry about my life When you come to my rescue a thousand times Every other voice it is a lie God provides
God provides In ways I can’t explain and can’t deny The little that I have he multiplies Just when I feel He won’t show up on time God provides
He’ll come through When the clouds of doubt rain down on you And test everything you thought you knew Now you finally see what God can do, for you
So tonight, Close your eyes There’s no more need to fight Watch God provide
God provides It’s hard to say when there’s no food to eat Or what you see feels all that life will be And will this be another year of misery, for me But my faith, can’t survive on just things I see And my feelings can’t control my destiny See God I only want what you believe, for me
So tonight, Close your eyes There’s no more need to fight Watch God provide
God provides (yeah, he will provide) God provides (before your eyes) God provides (oh, He will, He will)…provides
So tonight, Close your eyes There’s no more need to fight Watch God provide
God provides (He will provide) God provides (before your eyes, He will) God provides (whatever your need, I know that He will provide)
God provides (yes, He’ll step right in, in the nick of time, yes He will) God provides (He’ll open the windows of heaven) God provides (and pour you out a blessing, you won’t have room to receive, yeah)
So tonight, Close your eyes There’s no more need to fight Watch God provide
Made a Way by Travis Green
Made a way Don’t know how but you did it Made a way
Standing here not knowing how we’ll get through this test But holding onto faith you know best Nothing can catch you by surprise You’ve got this figured out and you’re watching us now
But when it looks as if we can’t win You wrap us in your arm and step in And everything we need you supply You got this in control And now we know that
You made a way When our backs were against the wall And it looked as if it was over You made a way And we’re standing here Only because you made a way You made a way
Now we’re here Looking back on where we come from Because of you and nothing we’ve done To deserve the love and mercy you’ve shown But your grace was strong enough to pick us up
And you made a way When our backs were against the wall And it looked as if it was over You made a way And we’re standing here Only because you made a way
You made a way When our backs were against the wall And it looked as if it was over You made a way And we’re standing here Only because you made a way
You move mountains You cause walls to fall With your power Perform miracles There is nothing that’s impossible And we’re standing here Only because you made a way
You move mountains You cause walls to fall With your power Perform miracles There is nothing that’s impossible And we’re standing here Only because you made a way
You move mountains You cause walls to fall With your power Perform miracles There is nothing that’s impossible And we’re standing here Only because you made a way
And we’re standing here Only because you made a way
And we’re standing here Only because you made a way
You made a way (x4)
Don’t know how but you did it Made a way Don’t know how but you did it Made a way
Don’t know how but you did it (x4)
Don’t know why but I’m grateful (x6)
And we’re standing here Only because you made And we’re standing here Only because you made a way And we’re standing here Only because you made
You move mountain (x4)
You cause walls to fall (x4)
You cause chains to break (x4)
Giants fall (x4)
‘Cause you move mountain You move mountain And everything is easy for you ‘Cause you move mountain Yes you move mountain
Mountains are moving (x4)
Strongholds are breaking (x4)
‘Cause you move mountain You cause walls to fall
With your power (x4)
You perform miracles (x4)
My son is breathing My son is living My son is breathing My son is living
When the doctor said no, you said yes (x2)
When they pronounced me dead, you said not yet, ah aha When they called me dead, you said not yet
You perform miracles (x2)
The Worship Medley by Tye Tribbett
I Love you forever. I love you forever. I love forever. Lord. (Repeat)
Will worship forever. Will worship forever. Lord. (Repeat)
**Alternate between the two verses**
Glory To God Forever:
And we give…Glory to God. Glory to God. Glory to God Forever
Glory to God. Glory to God. Glory to God Forever (Repeat)
I Love you forever. I love you forever. I love forever. Lord.
I Love you forever. I love you forever. I love forever. Lord.
I Love you forever. I love you forever. I love forever. Lord.
I Love you forever. I love you forever. I love forever. Lord.
I almost let go. I felt like I just couldn’t take life anymore. My problems had me down. Depression weighed me down. But God held me close so I wouldn’t let go. So I’m here today because God kept me.
I almost let go
I felt like I couldn’t take life anymore
My problems had me bound
Depression weighed me down
But God held me close
So I wouldn’t let go
God’s mercy kept me
So I wouldn’t let go
I almost gave up
I was right at the edge of a breakthrough
But I couldn’t see it
The devil really had me
But Jesus came and grab me
And He held me close, so I wouldn’t let go
God’s mercy kept me so I wouldn’t let go
So I’m here today because God kept me
I’m alive today only because of His grace
Oh, He kept me, God kept me, He kept me
So I wouldn’t let go
I almost let go
I felt like I couldn’t take life anymore
My problems had me bound
Depression weighed me down
But God held me close
So I wouldn’t let go
God’s mercy kept me
So I wouldn’t let go
So I’m here today because God kept me
I’m alive today only because of His grace
Oh, He kept me, God kept me
He kept me, God kept me
He kept me, God kept me, He kept me
God kept me, He kept me
So I wouldn’t let go
He kept me, God kept me, He kept me
God kept me, He kept me
So I wouldn’t let go
You met me deep in my despair
To show me You
Would never leave me there.
You claimed
Because I was made for so much more
I am Your child
And I’m worth fighting for
Though heavy
With the weight of my mistakes
You carried me
And refused to let me sink
Under the pressure
You meant for me to soar.
I am Your child
And I’m worth fighting for.
Eyes haven’t seen, ears haven’t heard
All You have planned for me
And nothing can separate me from
Your love when there’s so much More still worth fighting for
Now I’m moving by faith and not by
Sight towards victory by the power of Your might
You’re straightening out my past and opening
Every door.
I am Your child and I’m worth fighting for
Eyes haven’t seen. Ears haven’t heard
All You have planned for me and nothing
Can separate me from Your love when
There’s so much more still worth fighting for.
That’s why I’m pressing
Towards the mark
Because the calling on my life is worth fighting for.
And I keep my mind
Stayed on You Jesus
Because the peace it brings is worth fighting for.
And I’ll be faithful.
For my wife and children
Because my family is worth fighting for.
No this world
Is not my home
But Your kingdom here is worth fighting for.
I got a mansion.
Over in glory.
And my new home is worth fighting for
‘Til I see it I’ll shout Hallelujah here
Cause my praise is worth fighting for
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Life with You is worth fighting for
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Life with You is worth fighting for
Eyes haven’t seen. Ears haven’t heard
All you have planned for me
There is so much more still worth fighting for.
God I give you what I can today….” These scattered ashes that I hid away…. I lay it all at Your feet.
to the refrain…
Oh, let this be Where I die
My Lord with Thee
Crucified
Be lifted high
As my kingdoms fall
Once and for all
Once and for all
…this song enraptures me and puts my spirit into a state of instant praise and prayer. Father, let me die in You. Pour over me. Don’t let me go. Don’t leave me to my own devices… my habits of self-destruction. Continue to cleanse me. Purify my heart, My Dear Dear Father. Let this be where I die – with You, crucified and lifted high. Survivor of the world; glorified by Your refining fires.
Pour over me….
Let this be where I die…let this moment be the end of me. Help me to release every thought and hope I’ve held tightly to. Cleanse me of every idea of righteousness and right living. Scrub me of the compromises made from my understanding of who I am in this world. Lead me to my full surrender into your embrace and everything I am becoming.
God I give you what I can today…You know I don’t have much – only my hopes, dreams and visions – but I do believe if I give them all back to you they will not remain fruitless dead things. With me, they’ve turned to ashes without ever taking flight… but You said Your Word does not return to You void. You will flesh out everything I’ve given back to you. This I do believe.
From the corners of my deepest shame, the empty places where I’ve worn your name…I tried to be everything I thought I was meant to be only to become no one of value in this world. No one of value to anyone anywhere. What keeps me is my knowledge of You. I’m not so down that I neglect to value who I am in You. I honor who You are in me.
Breathe Your Life into me. Let this be where I come alive.
Once & For All by Lauren Daigle
God I give You all I can today The scattered ashes That are hid away I lay’em all, at Your feet
From the corners Of my deepest shame The empty places Where I’ve worn Your name Show me the Love I say I believe
Oh, help me to lay it down Oh, Lord I’ll lay it down
Oh let this be Where I die My Lord with thee, crucified And be lifted high Till my kingdoms fall Once and for all Once and for all
There is victory In my saviors loss And the crimson Flowing from the cross Pour over me, Pour over me, yes
Oh let this be Where I die My Lord with Thee, Crucified| Be lifted high As my kingdoms fall Once and for all Once and for all
Oh, Lord I’ll lay it down Oh, Lord I’ll lay it down Help me to lay it down Oh, Lord I lay it down
Oh let this be where I die My Lord with Thee, crucified And be lifted high As my kingdoms fall Once and for all Once and for all Once and for all Once and for all
One of my early pastors used to say a lot about receiving a word in season. I can’t remember his exact quote, but the gist was that receiving a word for the season you’re in is invaluable and should be heeded.
This morning I went to YouTube with the intent of looking for high-energy, up-tempo songs to work-out to. I don’t keep up with popular music anymore, so it is a project trying to remember songs I’ve heard, liked and can keep moving to. The other night at Steak n’Shake I heard Masterpiece by Jesse J playing. Loved it. Her chorus is: I still fall on my face sometimes/ I can’t color inside the lines / You haven’t seen the best of me / I’m still working on my masterpiece. Her video is a bit hyper sexualized and it seemed to me that it took a lot away from the song. (The main reason I’ve left popular music alone.) That being said, I logged onto to YouTube to search out a song list of encouraging up-tempo self-improvement songs to fuel my physical fitness regimen. However the first song that caught my eye before I could enter anything in the search box was Loyal by Lauren Daigle. Followed by Come Alive (Dry Bones). There are no visual distractions from the messages within these songs. Verse by verse, these songs proved to be words in season indeed.
God is good. Be blessed.
Loyal by Lauren Daigle
I could never earn Your heart I could never reach that far But You have pulled me close You’ve never let me go I’m safe forever in Your arms Your promises I can not break And I know You will never change
Your love is, Your love is Your love is loyal Your love is, Your love is Your love is loyal More faithful than the rising sun This grace for me I can’t outrun Your love is, Your love is Your love is loyal
You are always there for me You listen every time I speak You look into my eyes You see the things I hide And say that You will never leave Your promises I can not break And I know You will never change
Your love is, Your love is Your love is loyal Your love is, Your love is Your love is loyal More faithful than the rising sun This grace for me I can’t outrun Your love is, Your love is Your love is loyal
When my world shakes Your love remains unshaken So constant, so perfect, unwavering When my world falls Your love remains unfailing So constant, so perfect, unwavering So constant, so perfect, unwavering
Your love is, Your love is Your love is loyal Your love is, Your love is Your love is loyal Your love is, Your love is Your love is loyal More faithful than the rising sun This grace for me I can’t outrun Your love is, Your love is Your love is loyal
Loyal
Come Alive (Dry Bones) by Lauren Daigle
Verse 1
Through the eyes of man it seems there’s so much we have lost
As we look down the road where all the prodigals have walked
And one by one the enemy has whispered lies and led them off as slaves
Verse 2
But I know that You are God, Yours is the victory
We know there is more to come that we may not yet see
So with the faith You’ve given us we step into the valley unafraid
Chorus
We call out to dry bones, come alive, come alive
We call out to dead hearts, come alive, come alive
Up out of the ashes, let us see an army rise
We call out to dry bones come alive
Verse 3
God of endless mercy, God of unrelenting love
Rescue every daughter bring us back the wayward sons
And by Your spirit breathe upon them show the world that You alone can save
You alone can save
Bridge
So breathe, oh breath of God
Now breathe, oh breath of God
Breathe, oh breath of God
Now breathe
