Koryn Hawthorne - Won't He Do It Lyrics

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Koryn Hawthorne - Won't He Do It (Official Music Video)

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I’m sitting here with the kitchen light flickering, staring at a stack of bills I can’t pay and memories of places I shouldn’t have been. My hands are still shaking a little, honestly. There’s this part in Koryn Hawthorne’s song where she sings, "I'm about to lose it again / I'm about to let them know where I'm from / Don't take me there again."

Man, I felt that in my marrow.

People who grew up in the pews with their Sunday shoes perfectly polished, they talk about "trusting God" like it’s a calm, Sunday-morning breeze. But when you’ve been out in the weeds—when you’ve burned bridges and tasted the ash—that "trust" feels more like holding onto a rope over a cliff edge while the storm is howling. I know exactly what it means to be "about to lose it." It’s that twitch in your jaw when someone pushes you, that split-second where the old you—the one who fights dirty and holds grudges—is right there, scratching at the door, begging to be let back out.

I’ve been there. I’ve been the one who had to be dragged back to the light because I was too stubborn to walk back on my own.

Hawthorne sings, "I just call on Jesus my friend / Get me back in line one more time."

It’s not some grand, theological statement. It’s a desperate plea from someone who knows they’re one bad day away from ruining everything again. It reminds me of the guy in Mark 9 who cries out, "I believe; help my unbelief!" He’s not claiming to be a saint; he’s just admitting he’s a wreck who needs a lifeline. That’s the scandal of grace, isn’t it? That He doesn’t wait for me to get my act together before He steps in. He meets me right there in the mud, right when I’m about to snap, and He pulls me back into line. Again. And again.

She says, "See what the enemy had planned for my downfall / Turned out to be the greatest victory of my life."

Sometimes I look at the scars—both the ones on my skin and the ones in my head—and I want to hide them. But God has this weird way of taking the absolute worst parts of my history, the stuff I’m most ashamed of, and turning it into a witness. It’s like Joseph in Egypt, looking at his brothers and saying, "You meant it for evil, but God meant it for good." I’m still a mess, and I’m still dealing with the fallout of the life I lived before, but every time He picks me up, it’s proof.

I don't know why He keeps coming back for me. I don’t know why He doesn’t just walk away when I’m acting like a fool. But He does. He does it every time. And yeah, I’m still finding my footing, but at least I’m not where I was. I’m just trying to learn how to sleep at night again, trusting that if He did it once, He’s probably not going to stop now.