Jermaine Gordon - You Are God Lyrics

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Jermaine Gordon - You Are God (Official Music Video)

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If we slow down here, this one phrase changes how we understand the whole passage. "Holy and righteous." Everyone says it. Every Sunday. People stand with their eyes shut and they mouth the words like they are reading a grocery list. But think about the weight. Holy. Set apart. Untouchable. It’s not just a nice word. It means there is a gap. A massive, jagged chasm between what He is and what we are. We throw these words around because they are safe. They fill the space while the drums are playing. But if you actually stop to stare at the idea of a righteous God, it’s terrifying.

If we slow down here, this one phrase changes how we understand the whole passage. Jermaine Gordon just repeats it. Over and over. "You are God." That’s it. It’s simple, maybe too simple. It feels like someone trying to convince themselves of a fact they already know but don't feel in their gut. Why do we need to keep saying it? Because the mind wanders. My mind wanders. I think about my bills. I think about what I said to my neighbor last week. I think about how I don't want to get up tomorrow. And then I hit these lyrics. "You are God." It’s an anchor. A blunt object hitting a nail. He isn't asking for anything. He isn't telling a story. He is just stating the thing that should stop everything else. If He is God, why do I worry? If He is God, why do I struggle to stay still? The lyrics don't answer that. They just insist on the status of the King.

"Reigning King." That’s the part that sticks in my throat. I look around at the world. Things are broken. Everything is bent out of shape. How is He reigning? I remember stories about kings who actually showed up to battles. They were there in the mud, with the blood and the shouting. Our King? He’s invisible. People talk about Him like He’s a breeze in the trees. But the lyrics say He’s reigning. Not that He will reign. Not that He might reign if we invite Him to. He is reigning. This implies a current tense that I can't quite get my head around. If He is currently ruling, then all this chaos—the cruelty, the stupid mistakes I make, the way people treat each other—is happening under His watch. That’s a hard pill. It’s easier to think He’s gone on vacation. It’s easier to think He’s waiting for us to fix it. But saying "Reigning King" removes that excuse. It puts the responsibility back on Him, and that makes me uncomfortable. Because if He’s reigning, then my frustration is just a lack of perspective. Or maybe it’s a failure to see the larger structure of His power.

"Holy and righteous." We use these words to shield ourselves from the reality of His proximity. If He is holy, I can’t just walk up to Him. I need a way in. The song doesn't mention a way in. It doesn't mention grace. It doesn't mention the cross or the blood or the door being opened. It just stands there at the gate, staring at the wall. Is that enough? Maybe we don't always need the explanation. Maybe we just need the declaration. Sometimes the only way to get through a week is to force the truth into your own mouth until your brain stops fighting it. You just keep saying the same thing. You become a broken record. The repetition in these lines isn't about being musical. It’s about being stubborn. It’s about being a person who refuses to look at the world and conclude that everything is meaningless.

Think about the sheer repetition of "You are God." It sounds like someone knocking on a door that hasn't opened yet. Or maybe it’s someone shouting into a canyon, waiting for the echo to change their mind. It’s a stubbornness. I find myself wondering if Jermaine Gordon felt like he was losing his grip when he wrote this. Like he had to pin God down with words before he forgot. It’s common. You have a moment of clarity where you see the truth, and you try to capture it in a bottle. Then the moment fades and you’re left holding the bottle, staring at the label. "You are God." The label says it, but the contents feel empty. How do you reconcile the fact that you know the truth with the fact that you feel absolutely nothing? You keep saying it. You keep repeating it until the words lose their meaning and start to feel like actual physical objects in the air.

"Holy and righteous." There’s no room for me in those words. I am neither holy nor righteous. I am messy. I am impatient. I am distracted. If God is those two things, then I am essentially a stranger to Him. But I’m still here, calling Him Lord. Why? Because I have nowhere else to go. It’s a paradox. You love what you can’t attain. You praise what you don’t resemble. That’s the core of the whole thing. It’s a reach. A long, exhausting reach toward something that stays in the sky while you’re stuck in the dirt. You repeat the status of the King because if you stop, the silence is too loud. You need the sound of your own voice acknowledging the truth so you don't start believing the lies you tell yourself when things get quiet. The song ends, but the status doesn't change. He’s still there. He’s still holy. I’m still here.