Between My Will and Yours

Lyrics

[Intro – (brush toms 2 bars + muted horn pad D–C–A–G)]

[Verse 1 – (close-mic vocal, piano + B3 bed)]  
My hands keep reaching for a little throne,  
Building tiny kingdoms I can call my own.  
But every brick is thirsty, every wall runs dry—  
You are the Fountain; teach my heart why.  
(horns: soft pads; trumpet cup mute)

[Pre-Chorus – (lift +1.5 dB; snare roll into chorus)]  
If my hunger isn’t evil, let it lead me home.  
Give me grace to want You more than I want control.  
(horns answer line 2 in 3rds)

[Chorus – (full band; horns bright and forward)]  
Between my will and Yours, I lay it down.  
You hold the veto—let my pride bow now.  
I’ve drunk from broken cisterns; they never satisfy.  
Be my refuge, be my water, be my life.  
(horns stabs on “lay it down” and “life”; guitars wide L/R)

[Verse 2 – (brush kit, acoustic guitar overlay)]  
Screens and savings promise I’ll be safe,  
But fear keeps tithing to its empty place.  
You meet me in the middle, not after I’m clean—  
This ground beneath my wrestling is holy.  
(horns: tenor sax fills every 4 bars)

[Pre-Chorus 2 – (snare rim → stick; horn call-response)]  
Direction over perfection—pull me to the light.  
I’ll confess it quickly; keep my footsteps tight.  
(trumpet and trombone sync rising line on “light”)

[Chorus – (full energy; horns lead with syncopated riffs)]  
Between my will and Yours, I lay it down.  
You hold the veto—let my pride bow now.  
I’ve drunk from broken cisterns; they never satisfy.  
Be my refuge, be my water, be my life.  
(horns counter-melody ↑ toward tag)

[Guitar Solo – 8 bars – (melodic bends; horn pad support; vi–IV–I–V)]

[Bridge – (drop band –6 dB; spoken prayer)]  
Lord Jesus, mercy—I turn again.  
Spirit, lead the next small obedience.  
Father, take my crown; I’m dust and breath.  
Name me Yours in every step.  
(horns: whole-note pads only; B3 slow rotor)

[Final Chorus + Small Choir – (band lift +3 dB; horns open mute)]  
Between my will and Yours, I lay it down.  
My knees are on Your ground now.  
You never asked me not to feel,  
Only to trust what’s real.  
Between my will and Yours, I bow.  
(horns: 2-bar lift figure; choir “amen” response)

[Tag – (fade on horn sustain + B3 swirl)]  
Take my will—make it Yours.  
This is holy ground.  
(trumpet and trombone unison final hit)