Have you ever stared down at the palms of your hands, Tired of shifting in sinking quicksands? Frustration boiling up hot in your chest, Wanting to scream till there's nothing else left. Hiding in shadows gets weary and old, Every good promise gets bought out and sold. You try to break loose, you reach for the dawn, Wake up tomorrow and the cycle rolls on. (Verse 2) You're down on the floorboards and begging the skies, Wondering why heaven won’t look in your eyes. Tension starts flaring right under your roof, Running away just searching for proof. So you head to the corner where shadows run wild, Trading your soul to be misery's child. Looking for comfort to quiet the strain, Chasing cheap fixes to deaden the pain. (Pre-Chorus 1) And it eases the fire for an hour or two, While the snare tightens down like a trap around you. We grip every weapon of anxious pride, Seeking a fortress where we can hide. (Chorus) You think you’re too deep down to turn it around, Buried six feet in the dust of this town! Choking on sorrow, locked up in a bind, The dark whispers close that it's your quitting time! He says that you're finished, the book has been shut, Down in the belly and deep in the rut— Hear the truth ring through the smoke and the grind: This ain’t your surrender! This ain’t quitting time! (Verse 3) A cold cinder block and a flickering light, Counting the cracks in the ceiling all night. The mirror reflects what you never could face, Wasting your breath in the wreckage and waste. All that you wanted was peace and a chime, A second clean break and a moment to climb. They carved on the wall that you're too far to save, Just another lost soul bound to walk to the grave. (Pre-Chorus 2) Yet a voice comes right down through the shifting sand: Let go of the sword in your weary hand. Rapha—surrender the frantic fight, Cease all your striving against the night! (Chorus) You think you’re too deep down to turn it around, Buried six feet in the dust of this town! Choking on sorrow, locked up in a bind, The dark whispers close that it's your quitting time! He says that you're finished, the book has been shut, Down in the belly and deep in the rut— Hear the truth ring through the smoke and the grind: This ain’t your surrender! This ain’t quitting time! (Bridge) Stillness is more than a quiet breath; It’s laying down armor in life or death. When we loosen our hold and release control, A deeper knowledge floods the soul! He reigns supreme when the waters fall, The solid refuge above us all! Two lampstands burning on borders of coast, Carrying healing to ones who need it most! Through hospital hallways and floors of the land, The light is sustained by a dedicated hand! (Chorus) You think you’re too deep down to turn it around, Buried six feet in the dust of this town! Choking on sorrow, locked up in a bind, The dark whispers close that it's your quitting time! He says that you're finished, the book has been shut, Down in the belly and deep in the rut— Hear the truth ring through the smoke and the grind: This ain’t your surrender! This ain’t quitting time! (Chorus — Final Anthem) Never too deep down to turn it around! Pull both of your boots out of gravel and ground! Break every sorrow, smash out of the bind, Tell every shadow it’s THEIR quitting time! Where faith is solid iron and truth is steady bone, We build a sweet grace that won't walk alone! Through every trial, anchored and grand, By power of grace, we are still standing! (Outro) Ain’t no laying down. Ain’t no quitting time. Step out of the wire. Step out of the bind. Release the sword. Let the bell chime. In the power of grace... We are Still Standing.
