Hillsong Young And Free - End Of Days Lyrics

Album: We Are Young & Free
Released: 30 Sep 2013
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Lyrics

You came to earth that You created You walked beneath the stars You named You came from heaven holding freedom Jesus Christ the Lord our God

I'm gonna sing until my voice won't let me As thunders roar I'll shout Your praise

You authored life and wrote Yourself in You dwelt in time that You designed Creator lived in His creation Completely man completely God

I'm gonna sing until my voice won't let me As thunders roar I'll shout Your praise You're the God of everlasting wonder Your love outlasts the end of days

I'll lift Your Name higher and higher I'll sing Your praise louder and louder Your love goes deeper and deeper You reign forever and ever [x2]

I'm gonna sing until my voice won't let me As thunders roar I'll shout Your praise You're the God of everlasting wonder Your love outlasts the end of days [x2]

Your love it lasts forever Oh, Your love

I'll lift Your Name higher and higher I'll sing Your praise louder and louder Your love goes deeper and deeper You reign forever and ever [x4]

I'm gonna sing until my voice won't let me As thunders roar I'll shout Your praise You're the God of everlasting wonder Your love outlasts the end of days [x2]

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Meaning & Inspiration

Hillsong Young And Free’s "Alive" carries a surprising bit of weight for a track often relegated to youth ministry energy. It doesn’t just lean on the emotional high of the melody; it attempts, however briefly, to grapple with the ontological impossibility of the Incarnation.

Consider the lines: "You authored life and wrote Yourself in / You dwelt in time that You designed."

We often treat the birth of Christ as a convenient plot twist in the human story, but these lyrics correctly identify the sheer vertigo of the Creator inserting Himself into His own constraints. It is a terrifying concept, really. If God is the author of time—if He is the one who sustains the expansion of the universe—the idea of Him stepping into the tick-tock of a clock, of Him being bounded by gravity and geography, should unsettle us. It is the paradox of perichoresis meeting the dust of the earth. He didn't just visit; He submitted to the medium He originated.

This leads us to the observation that He was "Completely man completely God." In a culture that often prefers to flatten Jesus into a mere moral teacher or a distant, misty deity, this declaration is vital. It’s a defense of the Hypostatic Union. If He weren't completely man, His death would be a theatrical gesture rather than an actual satisfaction of divine justice; if He weren't completely God, His death would lack the infinite weight required to exhaust the cup of wrath. By holding these two natures together, the song touches on the mechanics of our redemption. It’s not just a poetic sentiment; it’s the legal basis for our standing before the Father.

Yet, I find myself lingering on the tension between this dense, ancient truth and the sheer volume of the performance. We sing these lyrics amidst a roar of sound, promising to praise until our voices fail, while standing in the shadow of a God who condescended to become finite. Does the loudness serve the doctrine, or does it distract from it?

There is an unavoidable friction when we take the most complex mystery in history—the intersection of eternity and history—and broadcast it through a pop-driven lens. Sometimes, I wonder if we are so busy shouting that we lose the capacity to sit with the crushing reality of what that "writing Himself in" actually cost Him. The lyrics claim He holds freedom, but that freedom was purchased through a self-imposed bondage that culminated in the cross.

We are left with a rhythm that demands momentum. It’s easy to get lost in the repetition of "higher and higher." But if the song succeeds, it does so by pointing toward the God of "everlasting wonder." That wonder isn't found in the beat or the adrenaline of the chorus. It is found in the stillness of recognizing that the One who named the stars once walked beneath them, bound by the very biology He crafted from the void. That is a reality that feels far more permanent than the fleeting energy of a stadium show.

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