Monitors Run, moms views, conforming to image of Christ -

[Verse 1] What is right to do? Wait for my son? Watch the monitors run? Or pray alone in the quiet of this room? I prayed it over gave him to God dropped the weight and let him run [Pre-Chorus] Confirmed in the image of Christ, he stands his guilt feels real but is it true? The old family voice loud in his chest he needs the truth he needs You [Chorus] Make the call make the call don’t hold it in make the call Make the call make the call you’re not alone when you make the call [Verse 2] I know he felt neglected felt overlooked at times get real, get still look at the fruit He dropped it all and flew away some doors stayed shut some doors were blue Blessings and struggles mixed in his hands I’m giving thanks with shaking lips [Pre-Chorus] He tries to command what he feels inside ha, what a fight he puts up a fight But You already knew what he’d pretend and You already held the other side [Chorus] Make the call make the call don’t hold it in make the call Make the call make the call you’re not alone when you make the call [Bridge] He finally did he acted it out said the hard thing let it fall out Real or false it came to light and my grace was there on the other side [Verse 3] It is 2:52 a.m. in this sterile ward While he’s out on the sea, fighting the cord I know he’s staring at a screen that bleeds Forgetting the spirit and what it needs He’s got millions sitting solid in the bank But the old patterns pull him down into the rank Worrying about connections, packages, and time While I lay here praying for his peace of mind [Verse 4] I know our family, the wealthy and proud That scarcity mindset still shouting out loud The irony stings, it's the very damn thing We taught him to speak for the comfort it brings The entry ticket to the generational floor The same old trap keeping guard at the door Why does he worry when the ledger is deep? It's the minds and expectations stealing his sleep [Verse 5] Is he feeding his prompts to an artificial brain? Trying to find a formula to process the pain? It’s an ongoing process, a continuous tense He’s being confronted into truth so intense In the Greek it keeps moving, the shaping don't stop The active undoing of the masks he must drop A relentless exposure of where he must stand While the machinery hums across the dark land [Verse 6] And his poor spouse is there, watching him unbuttoned Bored and erratic, her own sanctuary threatened Overwhelming the cabin with the weight of his stride She’s hurting herself from the friction inside Absorbing the chaos he can't quite contain Taking the hit for his self-induced pain I pray for her tech-shielded, weary young heart As the storm in his mind pulls their quiet apart [Verse 7] It's a battle for his mind in the dead of the night An ongoing struggle between darkness and light The internet loop keeps his spirit engaged While the real transformation is carefully staged But the fortress is strong, the tower is high The garden is green beneath the dark sky The continuous grace is what breaks through his wall I’m waiting right here for him to make the call [Chorus] Make the call make the call don’t hold it in make the call Make the call make the call you’re not alone when you make the call [Outro] So what to do when the clock strikes three? I’ll drop the monitor lines, let the spirit be The fortress is strong, the garden is green He can step away from the ticking machine No more panic in the middle of the night Turn off the distraction, wake up to the light