Tasha Cobbs Leonard - Brand New Day Lyrics
Lyrics
The walls are closing in Have I gotten used to this? The state I'm living in Your silence is deafening Am I breaking down Or are You breaking through? Will I ever get out Out of this dark room?
I keep on waiting Keep on waiting For the light To start breaking Making way for a brand-new day A brand-new day is on the way
Can I be vulnerable Or will You think less of me? Rejection had a hold But those chains are loosening If there's one thing I've learned The grave will not be the end Something has to die For there to be resurrection
I keep on waiting Keep on waiting For the light To start breaking Making way for a brand-new day A brand-new day is on the way
Making way Making way for a brand-new day A brand-new day A brand-new day Yes. It is A brand-new day is on the way
The sun is rising A new horizon I'll let the light in I'll let the light in
Darkness is losing I see You moving I'll let the light in I'll let the light in
The sun is rising A new horizon Yes. It is I'll let the light in Let it in I'll let the light in
Darkness is losing God, I see You moving I see You moving Let the light in I'll let the light in Let the light in I'll let the light in
It's a new day
The sun is rising Yes. It is A new horizon Wake up, wake up I'll let the light in I'll let the light in
Come on
Darkness is losing Yes. It is I see You moving God, You're moving right now I'll let the light in I feel you right now I'll let the light in
I keep on waiting Keep on waiting Waiting for the light To start breaking Making way for a brand-new day A brand-new day It's on the way
The sun is rising A new horizon Oh. Yes. It is I'll let the light in I let it in I'll let the light in
Darkness is losing All move out of the way I see You moving God is moving I'll let the light in God is moving I'll let the light in
Out of the way
The sun is rising This question you got to go A new horizon Oh. He is coming to you He is coming to you I'll let the light in I'll let the light in
Never once doubt
Darkness is losing I see You moving I'll let the light in I'll let the light in
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Tasha Cobbs Leonard - Brand New Day (Official Audio)
Meaning & Inspiration
"Am I breaking down or are You breaking through?"
I’ve spent a lot of time in dark rooms. Usually, those rooms are of my own making, the kind you build with bad decisions and late-night regrets. When I hear Tasha Cobbs Leonard sing that line, it hits me in the gut. There is no nuance when you’re sitting in the mess; you just feel the weight of the ceiling lowering until it’s pressing against your chest. I’ve screamed that question into the drywall before, wondering if the collapse was my failure or if the floorboards were actually rotting out because He was coming through underneath them to haul me out by my ankles.
Most of the time, I’m terrified to admit I’m even in the dark. I want to look like I have it together, like I didn't just crawl out of a gutter or a bottle or a series of lies. But she sings, "Can I be vulnerable, or will You think less of me?"
That’s the fear, right? That if I open the door and let the light hit the trash I’ve been living in, the Rescue will turn around and walk away. That the holy thing won't want to touch the grime still clinging to my skin. But the Gospel isn’t about being clean before you show up; it’s about the fact that you’re filthy when He finds you. It’s the story of the father running down the road while the kid still reeks of pig pens. The smell of the swine doesn't stop the hug. It doesn't stop the robe.
Then she hits the hard truth: "Something has to die for there to be resurrection."
We want the new day. We want the sunrise. We want the horizon to clear up so we can feel good again. But we hate the death part. I hate it. I want to keep the parts of me that brought me to the dark room—the pride, the stubbornness, the urge to run—and just have them blessed. But that’s not how it works. You can’t get to the morning without the burial.
I’m sitting here listening to this, and I’m still dusty. I haven’t quite scrubbed off the last few years. My theology is probably garbage, and I don't have the answers to why the "waiting" has to be so long. But I know that when the light starts breaking in, it’s not because I earned it. It’s because He refuses to leave me in the room. He’s the one knocking, and He’s the one who makes the walls fall down so I can finally, finally look at the horizon.
I’m tired of waiting, but I guess I’m starting to realize that the waiting isn't just dead air. It’s the threshold. I’m letting the light in, even if it hurts my eyes. Even if I don't know what comes next. That’s enough for now.