[title: CHRISTY GETS THE MORNING] [Verse 1] They can say what they say. Rooms talk. Screens talk. Old pain talks loud. This is not a war song about a wife. This is a door for a woman to walk out of a grave that was never hers to keep. [Chorus] CHRISTY GETS THE MORNING. Not a debate. Not a feed. Not a score. But ye are washed, but ye are sanctified, but ye are justified in the name of the Lord Jesus, and by the Spirit of our God. CHRISTY GETS THE MORNING. Lift your face. The chair can wait without a fight on a stage. [Verse 2] If a song felt like a fist— that matters. A mirror can be too sharp. A husband can get loud and call it love. Victory is not proving her wrong where strangers can watch. Victory is she is more than the worst day and the worst thought. She can grow without becoming the wound. She can speak without becoming a case. She can be seen without standing on trial. [Chorus] CHRISTY GETS THE MORNING. Shame don't get the gavel. The old script don't get the song. Screens don't get the last word. They looked unto him, and were lightened: and their faces were not ashamed. CHRISTY GETS THE MORNING. LIFT YOUR FACE. [Long Instrumental] [Bridge] Let God be true. Let the house get quiet. Let her have a morning that is not a case file. No prosecution. No defense. No strangers needed for a verdict. [Silence] Just morning. Just breath. Just mercy. Just another chance to walk in truth. [Final Chorus] CHRISTY GETS THE MORNING! Not because yesterday wasn't real. Not because everybody was right. Not because everybody was wrong. Because yesterday doesn't own this morning. CHRISTY GETS THE MORNING! Washed. Sanctified. Justified. Lift your face. Let the old songs stay old. Let the screens go dark. Let the house become a house again. [Outro] Jesus is the Lord. Not the feed. Not the fight. Not the old script. [Silence] Christy— you get the morning. [Long Silence] JESUS IS THE LORD.
