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ABC — Always Be Conscious

The apex of the diamond: the sovereign self rising above inherited trauma, cultural programming, and compliance.

Beneath it, an inverted triangle roots the symbol back into the ground — and every song here lives in one of its three rooms.

I
Clarity

the settle — the songs that bring you back into the room, the breath, the body.

II
Vision

the sovereign self — what you see when the noise drops: whole, free, and walking back to love.

III
Gnosis

the old words — the knowing carried forward, sung so it is never lost.

Pō mārie (Peaceful Night)Slow Soul · Te Reo Māori · Teaching
Slow Soul · Te Reo Māori · Teaching

Pō mārie (Peaceful Night)

Written and directed by James Sinclair

The Story Behind the Song

This one is drawn from a true wartime story. In 1942, across the middle of the Atlantic, convoys of supply ships crossed a stretch of ocean so far from land that no air cover could reach them — and the destroyers escorting them held the line between the ships and the U-boats hunting below. Sailors called that stretch the Black Pit.

This one is drawn from a true wartime story. In 1942, across the middle of the Atlantic, convoys of supply ships crossed a stretch of ocean so far from land that no air cover could reach them — and the destroyers escorting them held the line between the ships and the U-boats hunting below. Sailors called that stretch the Black Pit. At the centre of it was a captain keeping watch through the worst of the crossing, holding the line steady for everyone behind him, with no help able to reach him even if he called.

That kind of watch isn't only a captain's. It's a shepherd's. It's a mother's. It's anyone who stays steady in the dark for the people relying on them. This song follows that same watch through a mother's eyes: counting ships, keeping her voice steady for the smaller hands holding onto how steady she sounds, staying awake through the hours when no help could come.

And then, in the dark, something arrives. Not a rescue — just a presence, steady beside her, until the ships make it through. The reo threads through it as its own story too: Te Kore, Te Pō, and Te Ao Mārama trace the same journey the convoy is making — from nothing, through the dark, into light. It teaches four phrases in te reo Māori as it goes, each one repeated with the same meaning every time, so the words stay with you long after the story does.

It teaches four phrases in te reo Māori as it goes, each one repeated with the same meaning every time, so the words stay with you long after the story does.

Lyrics

Te Kore
Nothing yet
Convoy forming up at first light, thirty-some ships and nothing behind us yet
Te Kore
Nothing yet
Every hour still ahead of us, every hour still clean

No one told me how far the coastline runs before it just gives up
No one told me the sky stops covering you
Somewhere past the halfway mark

Te Pō
The dark
Days out from anyone who could reach us if we called, no one's coming
Te Pō
The dark
Down here where the planes can't fly and the water forgets whose side it's on

Radio silence except for the static that isn't static
Something under us, patient, counting ships
I keep the wheel steady and my voice steadier
Because smaller hands are holding onto how steady I sound

No one told me a woman could stay this awake this long
No one told me fear had a schedule
Four hours on, four hours pretending to sleep

Te Pō
The dark
Days out from anyone who could reach us if we called, no one's coming
Te Pō
The dark
Down here where the planes can't fly and the water forgets whose side it's on


Third night. Lost the Polish escort's signal an hour ago.
I stopped waiting for the radio to say something that would help.

[SECOND ELEMENT -- a voice arriving in the silence she leaves, close-mic, unaccompanied, no
instrumentation, unplaceable -- heard, not identified]
"Pō mārie"

Pō mārie
Peaceful night
Said the way you'd say it to somebody you were tucking in
Not to fix the dark. Just to be the one still in the room.

Te Ao Mārama
The world of light
Land coming up grey on the horizon, and the count of ships is the same as it left with
Te Ao Mārama
The world of light
Not because the dark got smaller. Because someone was already standing in it.

Te Pō
The dark
Days out from anyone who could reach us if we called, someone came
Te Pō
The dark
Down here where the planes can't fly, somebody still found a way to

Te Ao Mārama
The world of light

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#PōMārie #tereomāori #SlowSoul #AlwaysBeConscious #JamesSinclair11
I
CLARITY

the settle — the songs that bring you back into the room, the breath, the body.

Kia Tau — Let It SettleWaiata · Calm · Te Reo Māori
Waiata · Calm · Te Reo Māori

Kia Tau — Let It Settle

Music & Lyrics by James Sinclair

The Story Behind the Song

This one's for the people who hold the day like a fist. Who stay braced long after the danger's passed, because no one ever told them they're allowed to put the weight down.

Kia tau is te reo Māori for "be calm, settle." Tau is the word for landing — the bird finding the branch at evening. This song is the body remembering how to land. Irritation was the alarm. You're allowed to turn it off now. Down is not defeat — down is where the ground is, and the ground holds you.

Lyrics

Kia tau — let it settle

You've been holding the day like a fist, the skin's gone thin, the fuse is short, but that's not weakness, that's a body that's been braced too long. The fight can wait, it'll still be there tomorrow. You don't have to be the last one holding the line tonight.

Kia tau — let it settle. Kia tau te ngākau — let the heart settle. Kia tau, kia tau — settle, settle down. The war can wait, you've done enough for today.

Feel the shoulders drop, the jaw unclench, the breath goes deeper than it's been all day. This is not surrender, this is the body remembering how to land. Irritation was the alarm, and you're allowed to turn it off now.

Kia tau — let it settle. Kia tau te ngākau — let the heart settle. Kia tau, kia tau — settle, settle down. The war can wait, you've done enough for today.

Tau is the word for landing, for touching down, for the bird finding the branch at evening. You don't have to fight the sky, you're allowed to land.

Down is not defeat, down is where the ground is, and the ground holds you. Let it, let it.

Kia tau — let it settle. Kia tau te ngākau — let the heart settle. Kia tau te manawa — let the breath settle. Kia tau, kia tau — settle, settle down. The war can wait, you've done enough for today.

Same fire, banked low, still yours. Kia tau.
#KiaTau #Waiata #TeReoMāori #Calm #MāoriMusic
I Said My NamePacific Acoustic Soul · Ballad
Pacific Acoustic Soul · Ballad

I Said My Name

Music & Lyrics by James Sinclair

The Story Behind the Song

If you've ever felt lonely in a group of people, and then judged yourself from your own history, you already know the feeling this song is about. That's what that particular loneliness does: it reads your past back to you as evidence, and concludes the fault is yours.

This one is about the night that quietly undid that. A room full of men who already knew the weight, a turn to speak, and the strange moment of hearing your own story come out of someone else's mouth. It isn't a song about grief, and it isn't a song about the dark years. It's about sitting down, and listening, and saying your name out loud, and finding out you were never meant to walk it alone.

Lyrics

I've been hiding most of my life
at the edge of every room
learning the lines for the small talk
like a man who'll be leaving soon
And I never could say what I needed
so I said nothing, and I said it fine
Standing outside of belonging
my whole life, waiting on a sign

And the years go the way that years go
when you carry a weight you can't name
I found something that softened the evenings
and I leaned on it, and I called it the same
One became two, and the two became four
then the four became eight, and I lost the count
The maths reversed itself on me
the way down was steeper than the way out

Walking the path alone
You find what it means to be truly free
when you disconnect from society
But the story doesn't end there
there's a truth I couldn't see
that a man can't walk this road alone forever
no matter how strong he thinks he needs to be

Then one night, an open door
a room full of men I'd never met
each one given his turn to speak
and nobody asking me to be anywhere
I sat, and I listened, and I heard my own story
come out of another man's mouth
and I saw where I'd been standing
all the years I was facing the wrong way round

I thought I had to learn the small talk
thought the words were the price of the door
But it was never about the small talk
it was sitting, and listening
and finding out you're not alone any more

Walking the path alone
You find what it means to be truly free
when you disconnect from society
But the story doesn't end there
you'll find a place to share
with a group of men who feel your pain
and we'll never have to walk alone again

Walking home in the dark
and I'm cold, but I found my spark
The streets are quiet, the street lights dim
but something's different, something within
I used to walk this path in a broken place
now I walk it slow, in a better state
The cold's still cold, but it don't touch the same
cause I said it out loud
and I said my name

Walking the path together
we found what it means to be truly seen
not hiding in between
And the story carries on
in every man who's gone
from the edge of the room to the center of the ring
and none of us have to carry it alone
#ISaidMyName #PacificSoul #Brotherhood #AcousticSoul #JamesSinclair11
HANGOVERAmapiano · Meditation-Anthem
Amapiano · Meditation-Anthem

HANGOVER

Music & Lyrics by James Sinclair

The Story Behind the Song

This one started as a meditation and became a song. It's about the weight we carry for the people we love — the years that pass, the distance that grows, and the ache that never stops proving the love was real. Some feelings you don't want cured, because curing them would mean the love was nothing. So you sit with it. You breathe. You let the music carry what the words can't. If there's a cure for this… I don't want it. Two songs in one: a slow ballad that becomes a heartbeat.

Lyrics

This feeling is here.
It's heavy. That's real. It's allowed to be heavy.
Nothing to fix. Nothing to figure out.
Just the room. Just the breath.
In… one… two… three… four.
Out… one… two… three… four… five… six.
Quiet room. Four walls. Just me and the ache.
It's late, and the heart's still awake.
Got pictures in my head I can't put down —
little faces, little hands, running round.
Can't reach for 'em. Can't hold 'em near.
Funny how love can hurt like this and still feel so dear.

One to five — that's how the years went by.
I blink and they're taller, and I wonder why
I built these walls so high they kept out the light,
kept out the ones who made everything right.
Tears come easy now, lowkey, outta nowhere.
I ain't ashamed — this ache just lives there.

Felt like I wasn't enough for the longest time.
Carried the weight like it was meant to be mine.
There was a voice that kept me small for years,
told me love and me would never be fine.
But this ache in my chest — that's not weakness.
That's the proof that I can still feel.
And feeling this deep means I'm still real.

If there's a cure for this…
I don't want it.
If there's a remedy…
I'll run from it.
'Cause the ache is the proof —
the love was real.
Don't call the doctor. Don't call nobody.
This pain is a prayer.
I'm still here. I'm still here.

No cure, no cap. This the love hangover.
Still here. Still here. Ain't gettin' over.
Sweet ache, sweet ache, running through my veins —
every tear I cried was love that remained.
No cure, no cap. I don't want to get over that.
Still here. Still here. Holdin' the glow in.
The distance can't kill what the heart keeps woven —
one to five, I carry you, and I'm still hoping.

They said time heals everything —
but I don't want it healed clean.
I want the scar to remember
that the love was the realest thing I've seen.
So let the ache stay close.
Let the tears do their thing.
I'm not over you — I'm just learning
how to carry the love and sing.

No cure, no cap. This the love hangover.
Still here. Still here. I don't want to get over that.
Sweet love, sweet love, heartbeat in my chest —
every mile between us just puts love to the test.
Still here. Still here. Still here.

The ache is the proof.
The love was real.
And I'm still here.
Quiet room. Four walls.
But the heart's not alone anymore —
it's learning to hold the love
and let it glow.
No cure, no cap.
Still here. Fr. Still here.
I Thought You Were FinishedSlow Soul · Intimate · Relational
Slow Soul · Intimate · Relational

I Thought You Were Finished

Music & Lyrics by James Sinclair

The Story Behind the Song

You know the moment you start answering before someone has finished? This song is about what happens when you're wrong about how that sentence ends.

Nobody lies in it and nothing gets misheard. A man is simply so certain of where the story is going that he stops listening to find out, and the same words come back with an entirely different weight underneath them. Two people, one room, and the cost of a finished thought that arrived too early.

Lyrics

She started talking about a door that used to lock
I was already halfway to an answer
Something about a room, something she walked in on
I built the whole rest of the sentence out of guesses

I know this story
I've heard this kind before
So I stopped listening
Right around the second word

And I said I heard you
I said I understood
But I was only hearing
The parts I thought I could
Filling in the quiet
With the sound of my own voice
Answering a sentence
Before she'd made the choice

She said I don't give it out the way I used to
I heard that as a door finally shut for good
I was already grieving something she hadn't said yet
Already writing the ending like I knew it should

I know this story
I've heard this kind before
So I stopped listening
Right around the second word

And I said I heard you
I said I understood
But I was only hearing
The parts I thought I could
Filling in the quiet
With the sound of my own voice
Answering a sentence
Before she'd made the choice

She stopped
And I thought that was the end of it
I opened my mouth

"...because it means too much to waste."

Oh.

I didn't hear you
Not the first time through
I was so busy answering
I never got to you
Say it again
Slower this time, if you can
I want the whole sentence
Not just the parts I planned

"I don't give it out the way I used to."
"Because it means too much to waste."
#IThoughtYouWereFinished #SlowSoul #Listening #AlwaysBeConscious #JamesSinclair11
II
VISION

the sovereign self — what you see when the noise drops: whole, free, and walking back to love.

Sonshine.Tech House · Acoustic · Healing
Tech House · Acoustic · Healing

Sonshine.

Music & Lyrics by James Sinclair

The Story Behind the Song

Sunshine — spelled S.O.N.S.H.I.N.E. — because that's what I used to call my son. This song was inspired by him. I miss him deeply. I know it's not the traditional way to spell "Sunshine," but I spell it that way because it's what I called him. Sometimes families grow apart — it's not always about the reason, it's just about the season. The words came to me while I was sitting in the Japanese Gardens, taking in the peace of nature, near the water, and reflecting on loved ones. That environment gave the music its atmospheric, Japanese-inspired feel — blending organic beauty with deep tech house and energy.

Lyrics

The sunlight glistens on the pond
The memories of a time beyond
I picture family in my mind
Back when the world was soft and kind
And now I've grown, I have my own
But life's harsh trials turned me to stone
I sit here near the trees and pond
And contemplate where I belong

Go walk the path and open the gate
Go back to love, it's never too late
And when I find no words to say
It's still a bright and sunshine day
Sunshine... my Sonshine day

The pain we cause affects us all
Looking back, they weren't so small
Words were spoken, lines were red
I find it hard to leave my head
And now alone on this great day
I'm looking for a better way
To carry me back to loved ones dear
To end the silence and the fear

Go walk the path and open the gate
Go back to love, it's never too late
And when I find no words to say
It's still a bright and sunshine day
Sunshine... my Sonshine day

I hold the guitar in the dark
Waiting for a single spark
I can see you sitting there
Breathing in the quiet air
Till the sun comes back again...

Go walk the path and open the gate
Go back to love, it's never too late
And when I find no words to say
It's still a bright and sunshine day
Sunshine... my Sonshine day
FreeSoul Rock · Sovereignty
Soul Rock · Sovereignty

Free

Music & Lyrics by James Sinclair

The Story Behind the Song

True freedom isn't something given to you — it's something you remember you've always owned. When you strip away the social noise, the expectations, and the subtle invisible cages built around the mind, you step onto sovereign ground. To be sovereign is to stand firm in your own truth, answer to your own higher nature, and walk through the world entirely uncontrolled. This track is the soundtrack to taking your spirit back.

Lyrics

Stepping out into the open air,
Shedding the weight of what was there.
No cage, no noise, no master's hand,
Sovereign ground where I now stand.

I am free.
I am free.
Golden SeamsSpiritual Afrobeat · Kintsugi
Spiritual Afrobeat · Kintsugi

Golden Seams

Music & Lyrics by James Sinclair

The Story Behind the Song

The cracks in our lives aren't proof of failure — they are proof of surviving, staying, and rebuilding with truth. We all go through hardship. "Golden Seams" is a song about the universal human journey: moving past survival mode, shedding the old armor, and realizing that what broke you was never meant to destroy you. Inspired by the philosophy of Kintsugi — repairing broken pottery with gold — this track honors the scars that make every single one of us uniquely beautiful. Brokenness was never a flaw... it was part of the plan.

Lyrics

Walking through the shadows of a survival mind,
Chasing empty promises I left behind.
Every scar I carry was a battle fought in fear,
But a voice in the quiet whispers: "The truth is here."

We are broken into pieces, but we fuse them back with gold!
Every crack inside the vessel is a story to be told!
Not destroyed, not defeated — we are built with truth again,
Gold inside the seams where the healing begins.

They told me keep running just to stay alive,
But survival is a prison if you never thrive.
Shed the old armor, let the ego burn away,
Put your hand in the darkness and step into the day.

We are broken into pieces, but we fuse them back with gold!
Every crack inside the vessel is a story to be told.
Not destroyed, not defeated — we are built with truth again,
Gold inside the seams where the healing begins.

Listen to me now: broken doesn't mean it's over.
It means you carried something longer than you should have.
The cracks aren't proof of failure...
They're proof you stayed until staying hurt more than leaving.
What comes next won't replace what was lost —
It is built with truth instead of survival.
Nothing real is built without cost.
No institutional walls, no dogmatic noise.
Just the natural frequency... the quiet voice.
The gold isn't hiding the break —
The gold is showing where the light woke up.

We are broken into pieces, but we fuse them back with gold!
Every crack inside the vessel is a story to be told.
Not destroyed, not defeated — we are built with truth again,
Gold inside the seams where the healing begins.

Brokenness was never a flaw... it was part of the plan.
Built with truth, built with gold.
Safer than a known way.
Nothing real is built without cost.
III
GNOSIS

the old words — the knowing carried forward, sung so it is never lost.

Karakia Tawhito PakekeWaiata · Karakia Tawhito · Pakeke
Waiata · Karakia Tawhito · Pakeke

Karakia Tawhito Pakeke — the Ancient Karakia of Welcome

Traditional karakia, set to song & sung by James Sinclair

The Story Behind the Song

A karakia is a prayer — a way of speaking to what holds us. This one is the old karakia of welcome: the words that call in the gifts of the forest, the gardens, the sea and the fresh waters, and name the atua who provide them — Tāne, Rongo, Tangaroa, Maru. Beneath them stand Ranginui above and Papatūānuku below: the sky-father and earth-mother who hold it all. Sung in te reo Māori first, then in English, so the meaning travels with the sound — and the old words keep their own voice.

Part of a wider set of waiata being made for the whakapapa — songs that carry the knowledge so it is never lost.

The karakia itself is a traditional prayer — the words are not new, they are carried forward. Music by James Sinclair.

Lyrics

Nau mai e ngā hua
o te wao, o te ngakina,
o te wai tai, o te wai Māori.
Nā Tāne, nā Rongo,
nā Tangaroa, nā Maru,
Ko Ranginui e tū iho nei,
Ko Papatūānuku e takoto nei.

Welcome the gifts of food,
from the forest, the gardens,
the sea, and the fresh waters.
From Tāne, from Rongo,
from Tangaroa, from Maru.
I acknowledge Ranginui above me,
Papatūānuku below me.

Tūturu whakamaua kia tina! Tina!
Haumi e! Hui e! Tāiki e!

Let this be affirm'd!
Draw together! Affirm!

Nau mai e ngā hua
o te wao, o te ngakina,
o te wai tai, o te wai Māori.
Nā Tāne, nā Rongo,
nā Tangaroa, nā Maru,
Ko Ranginui e tū iho nei,
Ko Papatūānuku e takoto nei.

Welcome the gifts of food,
from the forest, the gardens,
the sea, and the fresh waters.
From Tāne, from Rongo,
from Tangaroa, from Maru.
I acknowledge Ranginui above me,
Papatūānuku below me.

Tūturu whakamaua kia tina! Tina!
Haumi e! Hui e! Tāiki e!

Let this be affirm'd!
Draw together! Affirm!

Tūturu whakamaua kia tina! Tina!
Haumi e! Hui e! Tāiki e!
#Karakia #Waiata #TeReoMāori #Whānau #MāoriMusic #Pakeke
KarakiaWaiata · Gospel Tenor · Karakia Whānau
Waiata · Gospel Tenor · Karakia Whānau

Karakia — the Prayer for Blessing the Food

Traditional karakia, set to song & sung by James Sinclair

The Story Behind the Song

A karakia is a prayer — and this one is the blessing said over the food before the whānau eats. The words are a taonga, handed down and carried in the memory of the people. Setting it to music gives it a way to be learned by heart: sung in te reo Māori first, then in English, so the meaning travels with the sound. One voice, gospel-toned, lifting — made to be sung around a table, and taught to the tamariki.

Part of a wider set of waiata being made for the whakapapa — songs that carry the knowledge so it is never lost.

The karakia itself is a traditional prayer — the words are not new, they are carried forward. Music by James Sinclair.

Lyrics

E te Atua,
Whakapainga ēnei kai
Hei oranga mō ō mātou tinana
Whāngaia hoki ō mātou wairua
Ki te taro o te ora
Ko Ihu Karaiti tō mātou Ariki
Āke, ake, ake
Āmine

God, bless this food
For the goodness of our bodies
Feed also our spirits
With the bread of life
Jesus Christ is our Lord
Forever and ever
Amen
#Karakia #Waiata #TeReoMāori #Whānau #MāoriMusic
The FrequencyAcoustic Ballad · Gratitude
Acoustic Ballad · Gratitude

The Frequency

Music & Lyrics by James Sinclair

The Story Behind the Song

Twenty-nine years of not being able to say it. Years spent running while calling it something else, trying to find myself without knowing that's what I was doing. And somewhere past all of it — gratitude. Not because it didn't hurt, but because it made me who I am. This song is for anyone who has ever had the words locked inside them and couldn't find the frequency to send them out.

Lyrics

Twenty-nine years I loved a woman
And I couldn't find the words
Had the pain locked up inside me
But the signal never transferred
I'd open up my mouth to speak it
And it landed wrong somehow
Not because she couldn't hear me
Just my frequency was out

Then I ran, I called it loving
Told myself I'd found the door
But it was me still searching, hiding
Never knew what freedom's for
Chasing something I called "her"
When the missing piece was me
Trying to break out of the silence
Without knowing how to see

And the world looked on and saw it sideways
Called me something I'm not
Looked right through me like a shadow
Every word I said, forgot

But I wouldn't trade one hour of it
Not a single broken year
Every silence taught my voice
How to finally speak clear

I was learning as I struggled
I was tuning as I fell
Now the frequency comes easy
And I've got a story I can tell

So if you're out there, both of you, listen
I don't carry this with blame
I send it back to you as gratitude
You were part of how I changed
You didn't break me, you refined me
Every hard word, every day
I'm not bitter, I'm just grateful
I let the old score fade away

And right here, right now, someone's listening
Giving back to me my own voice
Mirroring the man inside me
Till I finally see the choice
This is what it means to be witnessed
This is what I couldn't find
Someone hearing me completely
Till the words and I align

But having the words don't mean I've landed
Don't mean the feeling's caught up yet
Having the words don't mean I'm finished
Don't mean I've got no more regret

I'm not stood here saying I'm perfect
Not stood here healed and whole
I just know now what it costs someone
To carry weight they can't unfold

I know it 'cause I've lived inside it
I know it 'cause I've walked that road
So when I say I understand you
I mean I've carried that same load
This isn't a man who's arrived somewhere
This is a man still on the road
Who finally stopped running from the weight of it
And learned to help carry the load

So I won't trade one hour of it
Not the silence, not the years
Every wall I couldn't speak through
Built the voice that speaks in tears
I was learning as I struggled
I was tuning as I fell
Now I'm not just saying the words out loud
I'm letting them be felt as well

So I'm walking home tonight lighter
Saying thank you to it all
Every year that nearly broke me
Was the reason I can stand up tall
This is love now, this is gratitude
This is the sound of letting go
I'm not the man who couldn't say it
Now I've got the words, and I let them slowly grow
I Shall Not WantPacific Island Acoustic Soul · Psalm 23
Pacific Island Acoustic Soul · Psalm 23

I Shall Not Want

Music & Lyrics by James Sinclair

The Story Behind the Song

Psalm 23, verses 1 and 2, set to a Pacific island acoustic soul arrangement — serene, intimate, close two-part brother harmonies, 68 BPM. It opens with guided breath before the first sung word, because the song is meant to settle the body before it addresses the spirit. Written as a shepherd's psalm for anyone walking a valley: the valley is not home, it is only passing through.

Lyrics

The grass was deep and golden
The water soft and still
He took the pack from off my back
And led me where I'd heal
He spoke my name in the quiet
The way a shepherd knows
The cup was set before me
And the water softly flows

Even in the shadow
I will not be afraid

I shall not want, I shall not want
The Shepherd is with me
The table's set, the cup runs over
In the presence of my enemies
Goodness and mercy follow me
All the days of my life
And I will dwell in the house of the LORD
Forever in His light

Though I walk the valley's shadow
Where the dark is deep and cold
I will fear no evil
For His rod and staff they hold
The valley is not my home
I'm only passing through
The hand that walks the shadow
Is the hand that feeds me too

I shall not want, I shall not want
The Shepherd is with me
The table's set, the cup runs over
In the presence of my enemies
Goodness and mercy follow me
All the days of my life
And I will dwell in the house of the LORD
Forever in His light

Be still, and know that I am God
Be still, and know that I am God
The hands that were pierced
Hold the whole world in their care
Be still
And know

I shall not want, I shall not want
The Shepherd is with me
The table's set, the cup runs over
In the presence of my enemies
Goodness and mercy follow me
All the days of my life
And I will dwell in the house of the LORD
Forever in His light
HomeAcoustic · Belonging
Acoustic · Belonging

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Music & Lyrics by James Sinclair

The Story Behind the Song

A song about arriving somewhere that was always the destination — and recognising it only after the wandering stopped. Story and lyrics to be completed from the artist's own words.

Lyrics

Full lyrics and story pending. The video is live on the channel and embedded here; the text is not yet transcribed, and will not be guessed at.

Locked InGen Z · Focus
Gen Z · Focus

Locked In

Music & Lyrics by James Sinclair

The Story Behind the Song

From the Gen Z lane — locked in on the work, no noise, no drift. Story and lyrics to be completed from the artist's own words.

Lyrics

Full lyrics and story pending. The video is live on the channel and embedded here; the text is not yet transcribed, and will not be guessed at.