Hillsong UNITED - When I Lost My Heart To You (Hallelujah) Lyrics

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When I Lost My Heart To You (Hallelujah) - Of Dirt And Grace (Live From The Land) - Hillsong UNITED

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I’m still shaking off the dirt. You ever been in a place so dark that your own shadow starts feeling like an enemy? That’s where I was. I don’t know how these Hillsong folks got this, but when they sing, "My skin was thick / But You breathed down all my walls," I feel that right in the chest.

My walls weren’t built for protection. They were built to keep the heat out because I didn't want to be burned. I liked my cold, guarded life. It was predictable. It was mine. But there’s this thing about that kind of love—the kind that isn't just a warm hug but a fire. It doesn't ask for permission to come into your house. It just burns through the rot you’ve been protecting.

I’ve spent years running, convinced that if I just kept moving, the past wouldn’t catch up. But grace is faster than a man’s regret. It’s like Ezekiel 36:26, where He talks about taking out the heart of stone and putting in a heart of flesh. You don’t realize how dead you are until you feel the pulse come back, and man, that hurts. It’s a painful wake-up call to have your defenses dismantled by someone who doesn't mind the mess I’ve made of things.

Then there’s this line: "Trading crowns to wear my shame / The Prince’s throne for the cross that bore my thorns."

I know what shame tastes like. It tastes like ash and stale whiskey. It’s the feeling of waking up in a gutter and wondering why anyone would ever bother looking for you. The song gets it right—He didn't just look down from some distant clouds. He climbed into the mud. He swapped His royalty for my wreckage. It’s scandalous. It’s the kind of thing that makes you want to cover your face because you can’t look at someone who loves you that much when you’ve given them every reason to walk away.

I don’t know if I’m "fixed." I don't know if the smoke has fully left my clothes. Sometimes I feel like I’m still standing at the door, half-expecting the slamming to start again. But the music keeps saying, "I found Your love / When I lost my heart to You."

Losing my heart to Him wasn’t a gentle surrender. It wasn't a nice, tidy prayer at an altar. It was a casualty of war. I was losing the fight against myself, and I crashed into Him. I didn't find Him; He made sure I had nowhere left to go. I’m still figuring out what it means to be someone who has been found, but for the first time in a long time, I’m not trying to run. I’m just trying to get used to the light. It’s too bright, and it’s definitely not comfortable, but it’s real. And for now, that has to be enough.