Nearly 20 years ago, my husband and I walked into church one day, broken and hurting, wondering if God could see our pain, if He cared at all, and if He was still good. That day, a worship leader I had never heard of named Kari Jobe was singing this song. It was the first time in my life that I fell to my knees in worship, weeping before my Father, knowing He was indeed good. This song has always been a marking moment for me.

This Sunday in church, my pastor was preaching on the kindness of God, and this song popped into my heart mid-sermon. I asked the worship team to pivot and drop the last song we had planned so I could sing this one instead. I ran into the choir room to make sure I remembered the chords, considering it has probably been 20 years since I last played it. God reminded me this week of His goodness, His kindness, and His mercy. It’s forever.