The television won’t stop screaming
And were all dreaming of a world without fear
Though someday your peace will slay the chaos we made
For now, we’re here
Thy will be done
On Earth as in heaven above
Until we see the sun
Let us reveal your love
And heal
Bedlam and beauty are colliding
In kaleidoscope cacophony
And Lord, I’ve grown so tired of fighting
To hear your voice above the noise so deafening
I know you said you’d never forsake me
But Lord, it sure feels like we’re alone
And though someday our suffering shall ever cease
Until then, each tear we shed is your own
Until then, you make our tears your own
Until then, the blood we bleed is your own
Oh Lord, the hope we need is you alone
A lovely ambient concept album about the tiny miracles of a very average morning that often go unnoticed. Made by one of my dearest friends. Nicholas Webber
I wasn't in the band yet when I mixed this EP for A Place for Owls, but these have remained some of the most important songs in my life. Nicholas Webber
supported by 6 fans who also own “For Now (Until Then)”
I adore this album. I've come back to it again and again over the course of 2023, making it one of my most-listened albums of this decade thus far, and it never gets old. Punishing honesty met brilliantly with gorgeous and often surprising musical arrangements. Heart-melting stuff right here! Chase Tremaine
The Australian folk-pop singer tackles deconstruction, her Christian childhood, and sexuality on her infectious sophomore album. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 14, 2023