Cory Asbury - Kind Lyrics

Album: Pioneer
Released: 15 Sep 2023
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Lyrics

Sometimes marriages don't work

And sometimes babies die

Sometimes rehab turns to relapse

And you’re left just asking why

And for all the prayers I’ve prayed

I still wonder if He’s real

And if He is how is He choosing

Who He does and doesn't heal


I’ve tried to run from Jesus

I’ve started holy wars

I’ve tried the patient waiting

And the kicking down the doors

I’ve cursed His name anger

With my fists raised to the sky

And in return all He’s ever been is kind


I’ve burned my share of bridges

Learned to tuck my tail and run

Watched the wreckage in the rear view

From all the crooked things I’ve done

And I know that He forgives me

But it’s hard to forgive myself

I can’t help but think amazing grace

Is for everybody else


I’ve tried to run from Jesus

I’ve started holy wars

I’ve tried the patient waiting

And the kicking down the doors

I’ve cursed His name anger

With my fists raised to the sky

And in return all He’s ever been is kind

All He’s ever been is kind


And I know I wasn’t there

But when I look up at the cross

I see the darkest day in history

And I guess that’s what kindness cost


I’ve tried to run from Jesus

I’ve started holy wars

I’ve tried the patient waiting

And the kicking down the doors

He knows I don’t deserve it

But He’s never changed His mind

All He’s ever been is kind

All He’s ever been is kind

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Meaning & Inspiration

Cory Asbury’s "Kind" brings a bluntness to the table that most modern hymnody avoids, preferring the safety of abstraction. He skips the pleasantries to stare directly at the wreckage of human experience—the relapse, the death of a child, the silence of heaven.

When Asbury sings, "I guess that’s what kindness cost," he anchors the song to something far more durable than sentimental benevolence. In a culture that defines kindness as mere tolerance or the absence of conflict, this lyric drags us toward the sheer horror of the Cross. This is not a fuzzy sort of comfort. If we are to speak of God’s kindness, we must reckon with the propitiation required for the rebellion mentioned in the earlier verses. The "kindness" displayed at Golgotha is the wrath of God falling upon the Son, a staggering exchange that satisfies divine justice while extending mercy. The weight of that transaction is where true theology lives. It isn't a vague feeling of warmth; it is a violent act of substitution that makes the term "kind" feel almost insufficient—an understatement of catastrophic proportions.

The song pivots on the admission: "I can’t help but think amazing grace / Is for everybody else."

This is the psychological reality of someone struggling with the Imago Dei—the belief that while others possess inherent dignity and are worthy of redemption, the self is uniquely excluded. It is a prideful despair, really. To believe you are beyond grace is to elevate your own sin above the efficacy of Christ’s blood. It suggests that your specific brand of brokenness is somehow more robust than the finished work of the atonement. When Asbury admits he cannot forgive himself, he identifies the precise gap where the gospel is meant to intervene. Scripture tells us that God is greater than our hearts (1 John 3:20). If the heart condemns us, God—who knows all things—still holds the final verdict. Yet, the song doesn’t rush to provide a tidy bow for this internal conflict. It leaves the tension sitting there: the gap between what we feel we deserve and what we are told has been done for us.

There is a danger in songs that over-explain the divine nature, stripping away the mystery until God becomes a mere functionary. Asbury avoids this by remaining firmly in the posture of the penitent. He isn't lecturing; he’s confessing. "All He’s ever been is kind" is not a Hallmark sentiment here; it is the bewildered conclusion of a man who has been trying to sabotage his own salvation while finding, to his frustration and relief, that he cannot outrun the Hound of Heaven.

It leaves me wondering: do we actually want a God who refuses to change His mind about us, or do we secretly prefer a god we can influence? Asbury’s persistence in the face of his own doubt suggests a stubborn grace that cares little for our permission. It is unsettling, and perhaps that is exactly the point.

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