Claude says:John Mark McMillan came out of Charlotte's indie rock scene before grief over losing his best friend pushed him toward worship music — the sort that lives in the raw space between doubt and devotion. This single carries that same ache, built around a lyric that's been covered endlessly but here still feels unguarded. You gave it a few spins in 2012 and early 2013, mostly the single version, but it never quite stuck.