Leanna Crawford - Make it Through Lyrics
Lyrics
Long day, tough night
Just one of those weeks
I feel stressed out
Run down
Like you wouldn’t believe
When I’m staring in the mirror
I can hear You whisper
Just breathe, trust me, yeah
Even on a long day
Tough night
Tough year
I promise you
We’re gonna make it through
I know you’re tired of trying
But don’t quit fighting
‘Cause hope is coming soon
Yeah, I’m telling you
We’re gonna make it through
Don’t let this be the end
And it’s just the beginning
A mountain is gonna move
We’re gonna make it through
We’re gonna make it through the waiting
The changes
The hold on for dear life
The moments that make no sense
Take me by surprise
‘Cause when I’m staring in the mirror
I can hear You whisper
Just breathe, trust me
Yeah, even in the waiting
The changes
The heartbreak
I promise you
We’re gonna make it through
I know you’re tired of trying
But don’t quit fighting
‘Cause hope is coming soon
Yeah, I’m telling you
We’re gonna make it through
Don’t let this be the end
And it’s just the beginning
A mountain is gonna move
We’re gonna make it through
I know that I know
That I know that I’m never alone
You tell me that Your love never fails
And You’re never letting me go
Help me remember
Your word is forever
You mean every letter You say
So, when You say
I promise you
We’re gonna make it through
I know you’re tired of trying
But don’t quit fighting
‘Cause hope is coming soon
Yeah, I’m telling you
We’re gonna make it through
Don’t let this be the end
And it’s just the beginning
A mountain is gonna move
We’re gonna make it through
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Leanna Crawford - Make It Through (Official Lyric Video)
Meaning & Inspiration
Leanna Crawford’s "Make It Through" lands in a space that feels awfully familiar—the kind of upbeat, radio-friendly encouragement that tries to bypass the messy parts of human existence. It’s got that “keep your chin up” vibe that works fine if you’re stuck in traffic, but I’m skeptical about how it handles the cold silence of a room where someone just walked out, or the crushing weight of a layoff notice that wasn’t supposed to happen.
The line, “A mountain is gonna move,” is where my teeth start to grit. We’ve heard it a thousand times. In the echo chambers of Sunday morning, it sounds like a guarantee of a favorable outcome. But when you’re standing at the bedside of someone who isn’t getting better, or watching your finances evaporate, "mountains moving" feels like Cheap Grace. It suggests that if you just have enough faith, the obstacle disappears. Scripture, however, tells a weirder story. Paul had a thorn in his side—a mountain that didn't move—and God’s answer wasn't a sudden shift in geography, but a persistent, “My grace is sufficient for you” (2 Corinthians 12:9).
Crawford sings, “I know you’re tired of trying / But don’t quit fighting.” This is the part that feels like it could either save you or break you. Who exactly is doing the fighting here? If it’s me, I’m exhausted. I’ve tried the positive affirmations, the prayer journals, and the breathing exercises. If the promise is that I have to keep fighting to make it through, then the weight of the outcome is still resting squarely on my shoulders. That isn't much of a gospel; it's just exhausting.
Yet, I find myself circling back to the bridge: “I know that I know / That I know that I’m never alone.” There is something about that repetition—the desperate need to convince oneself of a truth that feels slippery. It’s not a polished theological statement; it’s the sound of someone frantically clinging to a lifeline when the water is rising. That I recognize. That I can respect.
If this song is just a pep talk, it’s flimsy. But if it’s a prayer from someone who is actually looking in the mirror, tired and raw, and trying to preach truth to their own terrified soul, then there’s something here worth listening to. We don't always get the mountain moved. Sometimes, we just have to sit in the rubble and figure out if the "never alone" part holds up when the sun goes down. I’m not entirely sure it always feels like it does, but for now, that might be the only place where anything real begins.