where the story so far leaves off, this is where it keeps going.
where the story so far leaves off, this is where it keeps going.
in the week before Christmas 2025, we felt a nudge to look at what was already in our hands. we didn't have a plan. we had a question: God, what do we do today?
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we're trying to hold one posture through all of it: we are servants of the word, the songs don't belong to us, and the place where we stand is holy ground.
what follows is the record of what He's done since. not a highlight reel. memorial stones — set down so we remember, and so you can see what He does with vessels who say yes.
in the week before Christmas 2025, we felt a nudge to look at what was already in our hands. we didn't have a plan. we had a question: God, what do we do today?
→ Read how it began
we're trying to hold one posture through all of it: we are servants of the word, the songs don't belong to us, and the place where we stand is holy ground.
what follows is the record of what He's done since. not a highlight reel. memorial stones — set down so we remember, and so you can see what He does with vessels who say yes.
The sound of rain
From the beginning there was a stirring we couldn't name — like the sound of rain before the clouds. Then someone heard Sit At Your Feet in Kyiv, on Good Friday. The rain we heard, we're beginning to see.
The ones who keep coming back, and the One who’s orchestrated it all
We started noticing certain cities for one reason — someone there kept coming back to the song. Port Harcourt. Bacolod City. We don't know their names, but God does. And he’s in the simple things, if only we’d ask him to “Help me to see.”
Friend to me went out into the world
A prayer between three friends, written on an ordinary day, in a lounge room — and within a week of release. it had reached around two dozen nations we'd never set foot in. We can't go everywhere. The song can.