Hillsong UNITED - As You Find Me Lyrics

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As You Find Me (Live) - Hillsong UNITED

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I’ve spent a lot of evenings sitting on my porch, watching the light fade, running my thumb over the frayed edges of a Bible that’s seen better days. It’s funny how, in the beginning, you think the faith is about what you can hold together—your integrity, your consistency, your pride. But after forty years of getting knocked sideways by life, you realize the only thing that actually stays put is the other side of the equation.

Hillsong UNITED captures that shift in a way that feels honest, even if it does make a man feel a bit ragged. There’s a line in this song that hit me hard: "You wear the scars / For all my mistakes."

When you’re young, grace feels like a bright, shiny coin you’re lucky to have found. But when you’re older, grace starts to look more like the hands of a carpenter who didn't come through the woodshop without a few marks to show for it. It’s not just an idea; it’s a reality written into the palms of the Savior. Thomas had to put his fingers into those wounds before he could believe (John 20:25), and I suspect most of us spend our lives doing the same, searching for proof that God really did show up in the middle of our mess. I used to think my own strength was the measure of my devotion, but those scars tell a different story. They tell me that God didn’t just watch from a distance; He walked right into the splintered wreckage of my reckless choices.

Then there is the line, "I was found / Before I was lost."

It’s easy to read that and nod, but it’s a terrifying thought if you actually let it sink in. It implies that my wandering—those years I spent chasing things that weren’t His—was never a surprise to the Almighty. It brings me back to the parable of the shepherd leaving the ninety-nine. It wasn't the sheep who had a sudden epiphany of wisdom; it was the shepherd who had already decided the sheep was worth the trek.

Sometimes, when the house is quiet and the aches in my joints remind me that the clock is ticking, I wonder if I’ve made any headway at all. Have I actually grown, or have I just become better at hiding the cracks? But then I listen to words like these, and I’m reminded that the "I’m in" at the end of the song isn't a boast of confidence. It’s more like a tired surrender. It’s the admission of someone who has finally stopped trying to be the hero of his own story and realized he’s much better off as the one being carried.

I don’t know if it’s "young man’s noise" or something more durable. Maybe it’s a bit of both. But when I look at the wreckage of my own history, I find I don't need a polished anthem. I just need to know that someone is still standing in the ruins, waiting for me to quit running. That’s enough to carry me through to the next sunrise.