[Verse 1] My God, my God—quiet street at 2 a.m. Empty cup, trembling hands, I call again You held me from the womb, taught me Your name But tonight the air is thin as a paper flame [Chorus] Still I breathe Your praise in a late-night room Clean guitar circles like a silver moon When I feel forsaken, You are near, not gone In the hush between heartbeats, You lead me on [Verse 2] Voices laugh, “Where’s your help?” as shadows creep Dogs at the door, pierced hands and feet Bones like glass, clothes split by casting lots But You see the smallest ache my body taught [Chorus] Still I breathe Your praise in a late-night room Warm bass walking through the quiet gloom When I feel forsaken, You are near, not gone In the hush between heartbeats, You lead me on [Bridge] From whisper to thunder, the story turns From ashes to ember, Your mercy burns I’ll sing in the gathering, tell what You’ve done All the ends of the earth will remember and run [Chorus] Still I breathe Your praise in a late-night room Vintage drums ticking like a distant monsoon When I feel forsaken, You are near, not gone At the break of the silence—You’ve already won [Chorus – Reprise] Still I breathe Your praise, soft light on my skin Airy pads rising like a tide within From the cross to the nations, the refrain is one: “He has done it”—it is finished—it is done [Outro] Night grows kind; the windows hum In the smallest voice: it’s done, it’s done
