[Intro – Piano + Footsteps, low organ swell] (Batiste plays a patient, circular piano figure. Footsteps echo softly, left then right.) Before I move fast… I gotta make sure I’m movin’ right. ‘Cause speed without direction just get you lost quicker. (Snare taps, slow and steady.) ⸻ [Verse 1] 🎶 I been busy tryin’ to look alive, Run the route, say the words, play the part right. But I learned real quick in the quiet room— You can move a lot and still drift from truth. I had motion with no north in my chest, Muscle memory faith, but my heart was stressed. I knew the language, I knew the look, But my compass bent every time pride shook. So I stopped mid-step, checked where I stand, Asked myself, “Who you facin’—crowd or Lamb?” ‘Cause obedience ain’t loud, it’s precise, And repentance don’t shout—it just turns your life. 🎶 ⸻ [Hook – Choir soft, intimate] 🎶 Orientation— that’s where it start, Not how fast I’m movin’, but where’s my heart. If I’m facin’ Christ, even slow feels right— Orientation… before the stride. 🎶 (Choir whispers: “Turn… turn…”) ⸻ [Verse 2] 🎶 I used to rush past conviction tryin’ to keep my pace, Call it progress while I skipped the change. But God ain’t rushin’ me down the road, He askin’ who I trust when the pressure grows. I learned grace ain’t permission to stall, It’s power to turn when I hit the wall. So when I slip, I don’t spin in shame, I pivot my feet and say His name. Repentance daily, not once, not twice, It’s constant alignment, recalibrate life. Like a needle tremblin’, settlin’ true, Every small turn bring me closer to You. 🎶 ⸻ [Hook – Choir fuller, bass deeper] 🎶 Orientation— heaven-bound lean, Even when my steps still in-between. He don’t need sprintin’, He need decision— Turn toward Him… that’s the position. 🎶 ⸻ [Bridge – French Tenor, operatic, restrained] 🎶 Je me tourne vers Toi, encore et encore, (I turn toward You, again and again,) Même si mes pas sont lents et fragiles. (Even if my steps are slow and fragile.) Le monde me tire, mon cœur hésite, (The world pulls me, my heart hesitates,) Mais je choisis l’alliance, pas la fuite. (But I choose covenant, not escape.) 🎶 (Strings swell, brass answers softly like light through stained glass.) ⸻ [Verse 3 – Spoken-rap, grounded intensity] 🎶 I had to learn this ain’t a race for applause, It’s a walk with a God who respect my flaws. Agency heavy—that’s the gift and the test, I choose who I face with every breath. I ain’t mastered faith, I’m learnin’ the feel, How to let the Spirit correct the wheel. Sometimes I stall, sometimes I sway, But I refuse to turn the other way. So if today all I did was face Him again— Didn’t move far, but I didn’t pretend— Then heaven smile at that honest turn, ‘Cause direction chosen is progress earned. 🎶 ⸻ [Final Hook – Choir + Strings, warm lift] 🎶 Orientation— I’m settin’ my sight, East toward the Son, not the noise, not the fight. I may move slowly, but I’m standin’ aligned— Orientation… I’m f

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