Mack Brock - I Am Loved Lyrics

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I’m sitting here with the static of the highway still ringing in my ears, the kind of exhaustion that isn't just in your legs, but in your marrow. Mack Brock sings, "There is no disappointment in Your eyes," and honestly, that line hits like a punch to the gut—the kind of punch that knocks the wind out of you so you can finally breathe.

Most days, I walk around waiting for the other shoe to drop. I’m used to the ledger. I know how to keep a tally of the screw-ups, the nights I spent in places I shouldn't have been, the promises I made to God over a sink full of dirty dishes that I broke before the sun even hit the horizon. If you’ve ever lived in the pig pen, you start to assume the Father is standing on the porch with a clipboard, ready to point out exactly how much you cost Him. You expect the squinted eyes, the sigh of “not again,” the weary look that says, I love you, but man, you’re exhausting.

But then this song plays. And it says there’s only pride.

It’s hard to wrap my head around that. It goes against every instinct I have. I’m wired to think love is earned, that if I just scrub hard enough, I can wash the smell of the world off my skin. But the song says, "My guilt is undone / My past is untethered."

That word—untethered. It’s heavy. It implies that for the longest time, I was chained to the wreck of who I used to be. I was dragging it behind me like a ball and chain, making sure everyone saw how sorry I was, how much I was paying for my own sins. I thought penance was the price of admission.

Luke 15 tells that story, doesn't it? The kid comes home with the stench of the fields still on his clothes, rehearsing his little speech about being a hired hand. He’s got his theology of earning back his place all mapped out. But the Father doesn't let him finish the pitch. He doesn't look at the kid and say, "Well, what took you so long? Why do you smell like that?" He runs. He embraces. There’s no distance.

When Mack Brock sings, "There is no distance in Your embrace," it catches me off guard. Sometimes I feel like I’m a thousand miles from home even when I’m sitting in the front row. I feel like I have to bridge the gap with better behavior or a cleaner conscience. But the truth is, the gap was closed a long time ago.

I’m still working on believing it. Some mornings, I wake up and I’m back in the cycle, checking the mirror for the ghost of the guy who left. It feels safer to expect disappointment than to accept this kind of scandalous, wide-open favor. But I’m learning. I’m listening to the song, repeating the words, waiting for them to finally stop bouncing off the walls and sink into the part of me that still thinks I’m an orphan.

Maybe "changing everything" isn't some big, loud explosion. Maybe it’s just the slow, quiet realization that I don't have to hide anymore. The mud is still on my boots, but the door is unlocked. I’m not sure I deserve it, but then again, that’s the whole point of a rescue, isn't it? You don't rescue yourself. You just let yourself be found.