Jonathan McReynolds - Still Lyrics
Lyrics
Never Could I imagine A father so holy, patient, and kind Would choose to Stay right beside me When He knows the shadows That come with the light
And He sees all the things I don't want to be seen And He hears every whisper As if they were screams And He still He still Loves me
Now, could you imagine Someone as broken and wretched as me Could be welcomed Into His family Given a hope and a destiny Ooooh
And He sees where I am And He knows where I've been And He knows the whole story From beginning to end And He still He still
See He sees every flaw And every mistake But there's nothing I can do To push Him away And He still He still He still He still He still He still Loves me (He still loves me) Yeah, ohhh
(Hey, He's a) Faithful (Faithful) Father (Father) Our Provider (He's a provider) He still (He still) He still (He still loves me) Loves me
Oh, He's my Savior (Savior) Keeper (Oh my redeemer) Strong Redeemer (oh) He Still (He still) He Still (He still loves me) Loves Me (Anybody know Him to be Faithful?)
Faithful (oh) Father Our Provider (My Provider) He still (Anybody know He still?) He still (oh) Loves me (Somebody call Him Savior)
Savior (Savior) Keeper (Yeah) Strong Redeemer (Strong Redeemer) He Still (He still) He Still (He still, still loves me) Loves Me (Can I get a witness in the room?) (Anybody Grateful?)
Grateful Grateful (Yes I am) I'm so (I'm so grateful) Grateful (oh) He still, He still He still, He still loves me Loves me (Anybody here grateful?)
Grateful (Can I get a witness?) Grateful (Could've been the other way) I'm so (but He stood beside me) Grateful (He still) He still (still loves) He still Loves me
(Hey) Abba (Yeah) Father (Abba) Jesus (Jesus) Jireh (Jireh) He still (He still) He still (He still loves me) Loves me
He sees every flaw And every mistake But there's nothing I can do To push Him away He still (He still) He still Loves me
Hey
Faithful (Say it) Father (Yeah, Our Provider) Our Provider (He still) He still (He still) He still (Loves me) Loves me
(Come on, Savior) Savior Keeper (Strong Redeemer) Strong Redeemer (Oh, he still) He still (Still) He still (Loves me) Loves me
(Hey, come on lift it up, say faithful, say) Faithful (Father) Father (Our) Our Provider (He is my provider) (He still) He still (Still) He still Loves me (Still loves me) (Sing it)
Savior Keeper (Yeah, oh) Strong Redeemer (Strong redeemer) (He still) He Still (He) He Still Loves me (Yeah)
(Come on, I'm grateful) Grateful (Grateful) Grateful (Anybody grateful, can I get a witness in the room?) I'm so Grateful (He still) He still (Still) He still Loves me (Still loves me, yeah)
(Grateful) Grateful (Yeah) Grateful I'm so (I'm so) (Grateful) Grateful (He still) He still (Loves me) He still Loves me
(You are) Abba (Jesus) Father (Yes sir) Jesus Jireh (He still) He Still (He still) He still (Loves me) Loves me, ya
He still loves me (He still loves me) He still loves me (He still loves me) Anybody in the building know tonight that He still He still loves me? Look at somebody and say I didn't even deserve it I didn't even deserve it But He still He still loves me (He still loves me) You ought to lift your hands and say He Still loves me He still Still Oh
Video
Jonathan McReynolds, Jamal Roberts - Still (Official Live Performance)
Meaning & Inspiration
I spent a long time thinking I could outrun the light. When you’ve been living in the shadows, you get used to the dark. You learn to make it your home. You start to believe that if anyone actually saw the mud on your boots or the way you carry the wreckage of your own choices, they’d turn around. That’s the lie that keeps you in the weeds, isn’t it? That you have to be something else before you can come back home.
Jonathan McReynolds sings, "He sees all the things / I don't want to be seen / And He hears every whisper / As if they were screams."
Man. That hit me hard. We spend our lives trying to curate a version of ourselves that looks respectable, a version that deserves a seat at the table. But the whisper—that’s where the rot is. That’s the secret resentment, the hidden doubt, the thing I thought I’d buried so deep it couldn’t touch me anymore. And yet, the song isn't talking about a judge looking for a reason to throw the book at me. It’s talking about a Father who stares directly into the mess and stays.
That shouldn’t make sense. If I were Him, I’d have left me in the dust a dozen times over.
There’s this line that keeps me up at night: "But there's nothing I can do / To push Him away."
We’re so conditioned to think that love is a transaction. You do good, you get love. You mess up, you get distance. I’ve spent my life terrified that my next mistake would be the one that finally broke the tether. It’s like the guy in the parable in Luke 15. I walked away, I blew everything, and I came back with a speech prepared, thinking I’d be lucky to be hired as a hand. I didn’t know how to handle it when the Father didn’t want a speech. He wanted the son. He wanted the one who smelled like the pigsty.
He ran. He didn't wait for me to get clean. He met me while I was still covered in the filth of the places I shouldn’t have been.
Listening to this, I don't feel like I've "arrived" at some neat, tidy place of holiness. If anything, I feel more exposed. It’s a bit terrifying to be fully seen and yet not cast out. It’s a scandalous kind of grace. It’s the kind that doesn't care about my resume or how much I’ve cleaned up. It just insists on being there.
I’m still figuring out how to let that sink in without trying to run away from it again. I’m still standing here, a bit shaky, with the smoke still clinging to my clothes. And for some reason, that’s exactly where He’s choosing to stay.