Hillsong Young And Free - Indescribable Lyrics

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Indescribable (Live) - Hillsong Young & Free

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I still wake up sometimes expecting the sharp sting of a hangover or the cold, wet reality of a ditch. That’s the thing about running away—you leave parts of yourself in the dirt, and they don’t just vanish because you finally stumbled back toward the porch light. When I hear Hillsong Young And Free sing, "You searched me out and now I’m caught up in Your grace," it doesn't feel like a clean, Sunday-morning melody. It feels like someone finding me in the dark when I wasn’t even looking to be found.

I didn't earn this. I spent years burning bridges just to see if I could catch the warmth, and all I got was the smell of ash on my clothes.

"I can’t make sense / Of how Your love so undeserving never ends." That line hits harder than any sermon I’ve ever sat through. The world operates on trade-offs. You mess up, you pay the price. You break it, you buy it. But this? This is reckless, stupid-good love that doesn't check my credit score or ask for my resume. It’s like the shepherd in Luke 15. He didn't wait for the boy to walk all the way home and scrub the pig-slop off his skin; he saw him a long way off. He didn't wait for an apology. He just ran. I spent so long running away that the idea of God running toward me feels physically jarring.

I’m still trying to unlearn the habit of looking over my shoulder, expecting the door to be slammed in my face. It’s a hard rhythm to break, especially when my own conscience keeps playing the highlights of my worst decisions on a loop. But the song says, "You poured out Your heart for me."

I keep thinking about the bridge: "Perfect love / Took my place." I know the theology, I’ve heard it a thousand times, but there’s a difference between knowing it and feeling the sheer, crushing weight of it. It’s scandalous. It’s an insult to everything I think I deserve. I’m standing here, still smelling like the life I blew, and somehow, I’m being called to something else entirely.

I don’t know if I’ll ever fully wrap my head around it. Maybe I’m not supposed to. Maybe the point isn't to make sense of the grace, but to just let it hold me, even when I feel like I don't fit in the room. I’m still shaky, and I’m still figuring out how to walk straight again, but I’m here. And for the first time, that feels like enough.