Maverick City Music - Jubilee Lyrics

Album: Jubilee
Released: 26 Feb 2021

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Lyrics

The Spirit of the Lord is upon me I'm anointed to bring hope The promise fulfilled in a moment We're still watching it unfold There's good news for the captive A proclamation for every soul This liberty is for the broken An invitation to be made whole

Listen for the free man singing, "He's delivered me" Look out for the woman shouting, "His garment made me clean" Listen up, for the season's changing He's rebuilding everything Listen for the people shouting, "This is Jubilee, yeah"

Can you hear it? Oh Oh, ooh Mm

Listen for the free man singing, "He's delivered me" (Oh, look out) Look out for the woman shouting, "His garment made me clean" (It made me clean) Listen up, for the season's changing He's rebuilding everything Listen for the people shouting, "This is Jubilee"

This is Jubilee I know it I can hear it (this is Jubilee) I can feel it (If you believe)

There is true joy in His freedom So open your heart and receive it There is a hope to believe in Jesus, Jesus There is true joy in His freedom Open your heart and receive it There is a hope to believe in Jesus, Jesus There is true joy in His freedom (There is true joy in His freedom) Open your heart and receive it (Open your heart) There is a hope to believe in Jesus, Jesus There is true joy in His freedom (There is freedom) Open your heart and receive it (Open your heart) There is a hope to believe in Jesus, Jesus

Can you hear it? (Oh) Can you hear it? (Whoa) Can you hear it? (This is) This is the sound This is the sound of Jubilee Can you hear it? (Whoa) Can you hear it? (Whoa) Can you hear it? (This is) This is the sound (Yes) This is the sound of Jubilee (This is the sound) Can you hear it? (We can hear it) Can you hear it? (Can you hear it?) Can you hear it? (This is the sound) This is the sound This is the sound of Jubilee (Can you hear it?) Can you hear it? (Oh, can you hear it?) Can you hear it? (Oh, can you hear it?) Can you hear it? This is the sound This is the sound of Jubilee

This is the sound This is the sound This is the sound of Jubilee This is the sound This is the sound This is the sound of Jubilee This is the sound This is the sound This is the sound of Jubilee This is the sound This is the sound This is the sound of Jubilee

Oh, listen, listen, listen Listen, listen, listen Listen, listen, listen He's speaking Listen, listen, listen He's speaking Listen, listen, listen He's working Listen, listen, listen He's moving Listen, listen, listen He's speaking Listen, listen, listen (Ooh) He's moving Listen, listen, listen (Listen and He'll speak) If we would only just listen, listen, listen (Ooh) He's still speaking Listen, listen, listen (Ooh, hallelujah)

I was blind, now I see You delivered me Hallelujah Hallelujah I was blind, now I see Thank God, You delivered me Hallelujah Hallelujah Thank You, Jesus I was blind, now I see You delivered me Hallelujah Hallelujah I was blind, now I see You delivered me Hallelujah Hallelujah I was blind, now I see You delivered me

So listen for the free man singing, "He's delivered me" Look out for the woman shouting, "His garment made me clean" Listen up, for the season's changing He's rebuilding everything Listen for the people shouting, "This is Jubilee"

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Jubilee (feat. Naomi Raine & Bryan & Katie Torwalt) | Maverick City Music | TRIBL

Meaning & Inspiration

My joints ache more than they did when I was thirty, and the skin on my hands is thin as parchment paper, mapped with veins that have carried me through a long, strange life. I’ve spent my fair share of Sundays in pews, watching the light catch dust motes while the organ groaned. I’ve learned that when you get to my age, the loud music doesn’t always move you the way it used to. Sometimes, all that noise just feels like a young man’s rush—a quick fix for a trouble that runs much deeper.

But Maverick City Music brings something in this "Jubilee" that makes me put down my old, coffee-stained hymnbook and just sit quiet for a moment.

There’s a line that keeps catching in my throat: "He's rebuilding everything."

It sounds simple, doesn't it? But when you’ve watched people you love crumble—when you’ve watched your own dreams turn to ash or your own health slip through your fingers—that word "rebuilding" carries a weight that feels heavy and holy. It recalls Isaiah 61, the very passage the song draws from. I’ve read those verses a thousand times, but they usually feel like a promise for the next life, not this one. We talk about the year of the Lord’s favor as if it’s a celestial appointment, yet here they are, insisting it’s a sound we should be listening for right now.

Can I hear it? When I look at the state of my own life, when the house is quiet and the night gets long, "rebuilding" doesn’t always look like triumph. Sometimes it looks like grace in the wreckage. Sometimes it’s just the strength to wake up and offer a prayer when your heart feels like a pile of stones.

Then there’s the phrase, "His garment made me clean." It brings me back to the woman in the Gospel of Mark, the one who spent all her money on doctors and only got worse. She reached out in the middle of a crowd, hidden, desperate, just hoping for a hem to touch. She didn't need a sermon; she needed a miracle. At this stage, I find I don't need fancy theology either. I just need to know that the touch still works.

I’m not entirely sure I feel the shouting joy they’re singing about—not every day, anyway. Some days, the silence is louder than the Jubilee. But there is a sort of stubborn hope in their rhythm. It feels like they’re trying to remind us that even when we’re tired and our hands are shaking, we aren’t the ones holding the world together. If He is truly rebuilding, then the cracks in our lives might just be where the light finally gets in.

I suppose I’m still learning how to listen. It isn’t always a roar. Sometimes it’s just the quiet realization that, despite all the years and all the fire, I’m still standing. That’s enough of a song for me.