Hillsong Worship - No One But You Lyrics

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No One But You (Live) - Hillsong Worship

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I’m still shaking the dust off my coat. If you’ve spent any time in the gutter, you know that the "hardest heart" isn't a metaphor. It’s a stone sitting in your chest that keeps you from feeling anything but the ache of your own bad decisions.

Hillsong Worship sings about someone who can "melt the hardest heart," and honestly, it makes me wince a little. Most days, I don’t feel melted. I feel like a wreck that’s been hauled back into the garage, held together with duct tape and hope. But then I get to that line: “Loved me through my darkest hours / A thousand different ways.”

That one hits different when you’re nursing a hangover or staring at a ceiling fan, wondering how you’re still breathing after everything you’ve burned down. A thousand ways? Most people stopped counting my failures after the first dozen. They walked away when the money dried up and the stories got too ugly. But this? It’s like the shepherd in Luke 15. I spent all my inheritance on things that left me smelling like pig swill, and yet, there’s this stubborn, irrational insistence that I’m still being followed.

It’s scandalous, really. It doesn't make sense that the Creator of the universe would bother with someone who’s spent their life doing the opposite of what they were made for.

I don’t know about all the "King of my heart" stuff—it feels a bit tidy for where I’ve been. My heart feels like a war zone half the time. But the claim that He "walks me through it all" is the only thing keeping me from running back to the dark. It’s not that the road is suddenly easy; it’s that I’m not walking it alone, even when I’m still dragging my feet.

I keep thinking about the verse in Romans—how grace abounds where sin runs deep. I’ve lived the "deep" part. I know exactly what it looks like to be at the bottom of the bottle, convinced I’m unlovable. If these words are true, it means the love wasn't contingent on me getting my act together. It was chasing me down while I was busy ruining myself.

I’m still not sure I’m "righteous" or "bright." I’m mostly just grateful that the door wasn't locked when I finally stumbled back toward the porch. I don’t have it all figured out. I’m still dealing with the fallout of the years I wasted, and some nights, the ghosts of who I was are louder than any song. But "No one but You"—that’s starting to make sense. Everyone else had their limits. Everyone else had a point where they just said, "I’m done." He hasn't yet. And for now, that’s enough to keep me standing.