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A celebration of the awesome power of God to overcome all of our brokenness, and an invitation to bask in God's permanent, unshakeable love for us.
Written for my wife at Wydale, July 2024
This song started with a challenge: 'write a song about rest'. I was just reading Psalm 34 that week: Taste. See. Pondering on what that might mean, I realised that to really taste or see, I needed to pause, to rest, so I could focus on what my senses noticed. I decided to write about this Psalm and working on it, I found out it ministered to me. The song kept coming back when facing a small surgery I was really afraid of. I listened to the song over and over again and also sang it to others. It is the opening song of my first album as I hope my songs will help others to taste and see that the Lord is good.
'He says, “Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.”'
Inspired by Psalm 46:10 this song describes what that 'being still' looks like for me in every day life. It serves as an affirmation before God that, though I struggle with it, I will seek to be obedient. It also serves as a reminder to myself that not only is this something I should do, but that ultimately it is for my benefit.
I'm very grateful to Andy Biggs for giving his time to help improve the sound of the very rough recording I sent him. Both using his production skills to get the best out of the recording I sent, and adding in additional instrumentation to give it a richer overall sound.
Emily Scobee, Jonathan Jackson, Leslie McKee, Audrie Mouzakis
In the desolate places (or wilderness seasons) of life, God shows that He is still at work, and that may be the very place He wants us in order to satisfy our longings for Him. This song encourages us to find our rest in Jesus.
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Peter Assad, Susan Goforth, Grace Assad, Wesley Assad
A song about finding rest in God amidst a world of noise.
This song is about the prodigal son and how the fathers arms is our home. I wrote this when wrestling with the idea of home as I left London where I felt so at home and been wrestling with the idea of what home looks like for me. Reading the passage in Luke 15:11-32, I realised my home isn't in a building, an area or a person, it's in the Fathers arms.