glory… glory… still breathing… You called me brother — I heard the name, Spoke of fire, spoke of shame. Said I was loud because I knew my sin, But I’ve been loud since grace moved in. I’ve knelt where the ceiling cracked, Confessed in dust, never turning back. Don’t mistake my voice for pride — This is faith with nothing left to hide. Repentance isn’t silence. It’s standing after the fall. We don’t run from the light — We walk through the flame. We don’t whisper His name — We bear the weight. GLORY IN THE LOW-EST TONE We bow low before the throne. GLORY IN THE LOW-EST TONE Faith carved deep into bone. low… low… still holy… You warned me time was running thin, As if fear is how you let Him in. I don’t beg — I testify, Grace held me when I should’ve died. I know my sin — I named it first, Buried it deep in sacred dirt. If this sound offends your ear, It’s because the truth rings clear. We don’t fear the noise. We fear the lie. (Lead) Who saved us? (Group) HE DID. (Lead) Who forgave us? (Group) HE DID. (Lead) Who still stands unashamed? (Group) WE DO. (All, crushing) WE DO WE DO not too late not afraid washed clean unashamed If my praise sounds like thunder and stone, It’s because heaven isn’t fragile. If my worship shakes the ground, It’s because truth is loud when found. GLORY IN THE LOW-EST TONE No fear left to atone. GLORY IN THE LOW-EST TONE Saved — and not alone.
