I remember sitting on the floor in my room, well before the household awoke and listening to this song each morning. It was still frosty and cold and I had to get going to make it in time to High School. But I made it a point to sit, sometimes praying, sometimes reading the Word during that time, but many times just sitting with open hands and letting the song pray for me.

He is God.

Then when I went off to college I remember sitting in the hallway outside my dorm room. It was too early and my roommate wouldn’t let me keep a light on, so I sat in the hallway, in the corner of our fourth floor dorm building each morning at 5, just praying and reading the Word. Since my french class started at 8a I got up every morning at 5a, going to bed early despite the bustle of college, so I could spend however long the Holy Spirit led me to pour over God’s Word.

It was still.

Not a soul was awake on the floor.

The showers were vacant and the fall air crisp on that Tennessee morning.

After a quick shower, sometimes foregoing one because I ran out of time, I walked across the campus to this soundtrack.

Frost hung in the cold breeze. Hardly a soul in sight as the campus slept.

It was still.

And I knew that there was, and is, and will be forever… God.

This song is very dear to my heart.