Verse 1 I stood while a nation turned away, Called on Your name and watched You send Fire from Heaven to the altar— And thought my fear had finally ended. Then one woman’s threat came riding in, And all that courage disappeared. The man who’d stood before a kingdom Ran into the wilderness afraid. Pre-Chorus I thought faith meant I’d never break. I thought strong men never shook… Chorus But You were still here in the silence, Still strong when I had no fight. You didn’t leave me in the wilderness, You stayed through the longest night. You weren’t asking for my courage, You weren’t waiting on some flame. You came close enough to whisper… And gently called my name. Verse 2 Beneath that broom tree, worn and empty, I said, “Lord, I’ve had enough.” I didn’t ask You for tomorrow. I had nothing left to trust. But You let me sleep there in the desert, Left bread and water by my side. Before You ever gave me answers… You gave me strength enough to rise. Pre-Chorus No condemnation. No demand. Just enough for one more step… And Your hand. Chorus You were still there in the silence When I had nothing left to give. You didn’t shame me for my weakness. You gave me what I needed to live. You weren’t in the wind that broke the mountain, The earthquake or the flame. Then the whole world fell to quiet… And gently You called my name. Bridge Then You asked me, “Why are you here?” I said, “Lord, I’m all that’s left.” But somewhere I could never see Were thousands who had never bent. I thought the story ended in that cave. You said, “Elijah, not today.” Then sent me back the road I’d come… With another man to show the way. Final Chorus You are still here in the silence, Still near when the strong grow tired. You’re still God without the thunder. You’re still God without the fire. And when somebody thinks they’re finished, With nothing left but shame, Maybe all they need is quiet… Long enough to hear their name. Outro So I walked out of that cave… Not because the fear was gone. Not because I felt like Elijah again. But because You were still God… And I was still Yours. [Fiddle and acoustic guitar] Sometimes holy ground… Is where God lets a weary man rest.
