🎵 Song Title: “She’s Still Standing” by Sheryl Clyde / Thunderbird

Verse 1 She limps down the hallway with bills in her hand, Pills on the counter, can’t barely stand. Pain in her chest, but the worst is the shame— When the church folks whisper, “She just wants fame.” They say, "She’s being dramatic, she loves the attention.” “She’s not healed ‘cause she lacks true conviction.” “If she had faith like a mustard seed wide, She’d be dancing and shouting and walking in pride.” Chorus But she’s still standing, scarred but brave, Crying out nightly to the One who saves. They roll their eyes, but He draws near, Wipes every unspoken, unwelcome tear. He knows her fight. He’s seen the cost. She’s not a drama queen—she’s a daughter, not lost. He holds her pain where no one sees, And whispers, “Daughter, you still please Me.” Verse 2 She once led the worship, she once fed the poor, Now she can’t make it much past her front door. The prayer chain forgot her, her friends disappeared, ‘Cause chronic feels awkward, and realness is feared. “Don’t be so negative, just smile and pray.” “You must be sinning to feel this way.” But Jesus walks in where the silence grew cold, And says, “Let Me tell you what your future holds…” Bridge (Jesus speaking) “I was poor and despised, misunderstood too, They mocked Me and spit—just like they do to you. I wept in the garden, I sweat blood alone, So don’t let them shame you for your cries and groans. They call it faith when they dance in the light, But true faith is clinging when nothing feels right. You are not weak—you are forged in fire, And I call you faithful when you don’t retire.” Chorus 2 You’re still standing, soul laid bare, Bleeding through smiles no one will wear. They judged your storm but missed the flame, The burning altar that carries My name. You’re not forgotten, not too much, Not broken beyond My healing touch. Let them scoff—I see your crown. And I will raise you when the world tears down. Outro She limps, but she walks in the Spirit’s song, Her faith’s not flashy, but it’s fierce and strong. Jesus stands beside her, through scorn and sighs, Whispering, “You’re the apple of My eye.”