Even Still

You never asked me to lie with a smile

Never dressed the wound in denial

I’m not a martyr for the pain

But You’re the God who stayed through shame

They told me, “Sing like nothing hurts,”

But You drank down the universe

A cross, not comfort—Thorns, not ease

You met me weeping on my knees

And every scar I thought You missed

Was kissed by hands nailed to the abyss

You never mocked my brittle frame

You met me there, and called my name

Even still, I lift this cry

Not to fake it, but defy

That lie that pain means You’re not near

You’re working deep beneath my fear

Even still, I bless Your name

Not ‘cause I’m strong, but ‘cause You stay

You never fled the battlefield—

You are the God of “even still.”

Don’t sanctify my suffering—

But sanctify me in the suffering!

Not for the wound… but for the war

Where You still fight when I’ve hit the floor

You never called this grief “good news”

But You bled red to light the fuse

And in the wreckage of belief—

Your mercy lives beneath my grief

I won’t pretend (Let the silence scream!)

I won’t play dead (Let the chaos dream!)

You’re not afraid of this collapse—

You’re building glory in the cracks!

Even still, I lift this cry

Not to fake it, not deny

That lie where pain means You’re not near

You’re working deep beneath my fear

Even still, I lift this cry

Not to fake it, not deny

That lie where pain means You’re not near

You’re working deep beneath my fear

And every scar I thought You missed

Was kissed by hands nailed to the abyss

You never mocked my breaking frame

You met me there, and called my name

Even still, I lift this cry

Not to fake it, but defy

That lie that pain means You’re not near

You’re working deep beneath my fear

Even still, I bless Your name

Not ‘cause I’m strong, but ‘cause You stay

You never fled the battlefield—

You are the God of “even still.”

I won’t pretend (Let the silence scream!)

I won’t play dead (Let the chaos dream!)

You’re not afraid of this collapse—

You’re building glory in the cracks!

Though the night won’t break—Still I wait

Though my strength decays—Still I praise

Though the sky stays black—Still I breathe

Though I bleed—I still believe!

And when it all falls through my hands…

You’re still the Rock on which I stand.