Nathaniel Bassey - In This Place Lyrics

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THERE IS A PLACE - NATHANIEL BASSEY

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I’m still shaking off the dirt. You spend long enough out there in the dark, eating scraps and smelling like a pig pen, and you start to think that’s all you’re worth. You stop looking up because you’re ashamed of what you might see. Nathaniel Bassey’s The River doesn’t care much for my past, though. It just crashes in like a dam finally giving way.

There’s this line he keeps coming back to: "The Father is willing."

It’s simple, maybe too simple for some. But when you’ve been the one running—when you’ve burned every bridge and spent every dime of the inheritance on things that left you hollow—you don't assume the Father is willing. You assume He’s waiting with His arms crossed, checking His watch, maybe even holding a ledger of all your debts. But then I hear this, and it hits me: the willingness isn't about me cleaning up first. It’s not about me earning my way back onto the porch. It’s just... Him.

It’s Luke 15 all over again, isn't it? That ridiculous story about the guy who didn't even get to finish his rehearsed apology before he was tackled by grace.

"The fire is falling as we are calling." That’s the part that burns, honestly. I don’t know if I’m ready for the fire. Fire cleans, but it also strips. It burns away the excuses I’ve used to protect my ego. If the river is flowing and the fire is falling, that means the things I’ve been holding onto—the bitterness, the 'I can do it myself' pride—it’s all getting caught in the current. I’m scared of what I’ll look like when the water recedes.

But then I remember I don’t really have a choice, do I? Once you’ve tasted that, you can’t go back to the swine.

I’m sitting here listening to this, and I’m still smelling like the life I just left behind. I’m not 'fixed.' I don’t have a clean theology to explain why God would bother with someone like me. But when Bassey repeats that the Father is willing, I realize I don't need a map. I just need to stop running.

Maybe the healing isn’t about suddenly being whole. Maybe it’s just about being near the water. It’s cold, it’s overwhelming, and it’s completely unearned. I’m standing in it, still trembling, still trying to figure out how to be a son again when I spent so long acting like an enemy. It doesn't make sense, but for the first time in a long time, I don’t feel the need to argue with it. I’m just here. That’s enough.