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Pétur Söebech Quinn — Times Like Yours. Machine-transcribed; use the interactive transcript above to jump the player to any line.
Before the turn, before the wind learned how to wander, Before the sea first touched the shore, a quiet truth was born in silence, a vow that it calls evermore. In the harsh before creation, when the world was still a cold, a whisper rose from ancient darkness, and times like yours, hold fast my Lord.
The weight of the unseen days, I walked through walls heavy heart, where every moment felt like snow. The sky was dim, the path uncharted, and every breath was not mild, but in the stillness of my sorrow, trembling warmth began to rise. The voice I thought had long been buried, spoke softly through the broken sky. The light that leads in shadows, and times like yours, when the night is long, when the world feels brittle and hope feels gone. There is a fire that will not fade, a quiet strength the dark can't take.
In times like yours, when the heart is long, when the soul feels tight in the spirit, don't remember this, the dawn is your. Even the night bows down before. Times like yours, hold fast my Lord. Times like yours, the quiet courage beneath the ash. Under the hill we're fairly sleeping, I place my doubts like seeds of dust. The moon was pale, the shadows creeping, but something stirred beneath the clouds. A pulse returned from hidden places, a breath beneath the frozen ground, a voice that knew my deepest savings,
that rise again you are not found. When the heart begins to break open, hold the weight of grief was heavy, but the weight of love was heavier still. And somewhere in the silent midnight, a sparkle wove against my will. Stone began to tremble slowly, the earth began to hum and ring, and time itself remembered mercy, and whispered softly. Live my King. The chains that held my spirit captive, crack like eyes beneath the dawn, and in that moment, fierce and tender, I knew the night was nearly gone.
Times like the end, and times like yours, when the night is long, and the world feels brittle, and hope feels gone, there is a fire that will not fade. A quiet strength the dark can't take. And times like yours, when the heart is warm, when the soul feels tired, and the spirit don't remember this, the dawn is yours. And the night bows down before, times like yours, times like yours,
times like yours. That one out here morning, now I walk into the golden quiet, barefoot on the warming stone. Every heart beat feels like trial, every breath is mine alone. The world is white, the sky is forgetting. The shadows loosened from my chest, and in the harsh of new beginnings, I feel the truth. I am blessed, the endless strength, within, times like yours, times like yours, where the fire still goes, and I am rising, I am rising, I am home.
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