So I Can Sing

© Oh Sparrow Music 2025.

All of my life, a flickering flame
Teach me, Lord, to number my days
Have mercy, God, each day is a breath
Plant your word that even in death

I can sing “holy, holy, holy are you Lord”
I can sing “holy, holy, holy are you Lord”

Deafening thunder, blistering wind
When the storm comes, what to do then?
Lord, shelter me when I’m in the surge
Give me hope so when I emerge

I can sing “holy, holy, holy are you Lord”
I can sing “holy, holy, holy are you Lord”

Sorrowful Savior, powerful king
Our Messiah, nailed to a tree
What triumph when you stepped from the grave
We come shouting: “You’re mighty to save!”

So we can sing “holy, holy, holy are you Lord”
We can sing “holy, holy, holy are you Lord”
So we can sing “holy, holy, holy are you Lord”
We can sing “holy, holy, holy are you Lord”

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REFLECTION

As a worship leader, one of the quiet privileges I carry is getting to stand in front of a congregation and see what most don’t: the fleetingness of life written across the faces I’ve come to know and love. Week after week, these faces remind me that suffering isn’t an interruption of the Christian life—it’s part of the journey.

This song came out of that place—out of watching people I care for walk through both celebration and sorrow while still choosing to sing. It’s a reflection of the truth that Christ not only redeems us, but compels us. He gives us the courage to sing through pain and the grace to rejoice even when hope feels like a thread we’re barely holding onto.

When our church’s Assistant Worship Director, Kaitlyn, was killed in a car crash on New Year’s Eve 2023, I felt that truth in my bones. It was a worship song—Firm Foundation—that helped me keep breathing in those early days of grief.

I've still got joy in chaos
I've got peace that makes no sense
So I won't be going under...
He's faithful in every season

Even now, when I hear that chorus, I remember the loss. But more than that, I remember Jesus. Songs can do that—they can carry our grief and our hope in the same breath.

Whether the moment feels like “deafening thunder” or quiet assurance, I believe our voices matter. They matter here and now, in the midst of our weakness. And they’ll matter still when all things are made new. One day, we’ll join a chorus that doesn’t falter, a song that rings through eternity: “Holy, holy, holy are You, Lord.”

That’s why I sing. That’s why we wrote this song.

-Corey