Until It Wasn't — Selah Sound Collective (Judges 3)

Lyrics Until It Wasn’t The door clicks shut behind me The hall holds its breath Eighteen years pressed Into one walk to the throne The fat king sweats in his rings On a chair gone too small for the weight And I am the silence Just before the next word I have a message from God for you Carried in the dark on the wrong side What you called weakness, he called a sword The wrong hand carries the word Two edges, a cubit long Sleeping on the wrong-side thigh

Whispered "A secret for the king" And he waves his men into the night "A word from a higher throne" He rose to receive He rose to receive He rose I have a message from God for you Carried in the dark on the wrong side What you called weakness, he called a sword The wrong hand carries the word Eighteen years of carrying their silver Eighteen years of empty wells A boy with a wrong-side hand Sharpening slow in the dark The cry going up like smoke The cry going up unanswered Until it wasn't Until it wasn't I have a message from God for you Carried in the dark on the wrong side What you called weakness, he called a sword The wrong hand carries the word The doors lock behind me The horn on the mountain The river running red Fourscore years of quiet On a hand the world refused On a hand the world refused