[Intro – Foot stomps + organ growl] (Banner-style drums hit first—bare, heavy. Batiste piano answers sharp and disciplined.) Yeah… Nobody told me obedience would feel like loss. Nobody warned me comfort would keep knockin’ after I said yes to God. But tonight— I choose. (Foot stomp. Beat drops.) ⸻ [Verse 1] 🎶 I had options—easy roads, padded lanes, Places I could hide and still say His name. Soft words, safe faith, bless-me prayers, No cross on my back, just comfort there. But covenant heavy, it pull at the spine, It ask who you are when the cost real-time. I felt the tug, yeah, I heard the call, “Choose Me now—or drift slow and stall.” I seen folks trade truth for relief, Call it wisdom when it’s really retreat. But peace ain’t peace if it mute conviction, And comfort don’t love you—it love permission. 🎶 ⸻ [Hook – Choir aggressive, call-and-response] 🎶 Covenant over comfort— I made the choice, Even when my flesh still raise its voice. I don’t need easy, I need aligned— Covenant over comfort… every time. 🎶 (Choir shouts: “Choose!”) ⸻ [Verse 2] 🎶 Agency sharp like a two-edged blade, Every “yes” to God cut somethin’ away. Old habits beggin’, old me complainin’, “Why you gotta suffer? Why you gotta change?” ‘Cause discipleship ain’t convenience store faith, You don’t swipe grace and keep your taste. You carry the name, you shoulder the weight, You walk uphill while the world wait. I learned real fast this walk not soft, It demand more than talk, more than thoughts. I had to bury some versions of me, So the man God sees could finally breathe. 🎶 ⸻ [Hook – Choir fuller, drums hit harder] 🎶 Covenant over comfort— nails not silk, I ain’t askin’ for ease, I’m askin’ for help. If obedience cost me sleep or pride— Covenant over comfort… I still decide. 🎶 ⸻ [Bridge – French Tenor (operatic, solemn)] 🎶 Je choisis l’alliance, même dans la douleur, (I choose the covenant, even in pain,) Le chemin est étroit, mais rempli d’honneur. (The path is narrow, but filled with honor.) Le confort m’appelle, mais je refuse la fuite, (Comfort calls me, but I refuse escape,) Je donne ma volonté—et je Le suis. (I give my will—and I follow Him.) 🎶 (Brass punches like a vow being sealed.) ⸻ [Verse 3 – Raw prayer-rap, stripped honesty] 🎶 Look— Some days I want quiet more than truth, Want relief more than proof. Want the blessing without the bend, Want resurrection with no end. But I remember Gethsemane ground, Sweat like blood, no comfort found. If He chose the Father over escape, Who am I to negotiate? So I take the yoke, yeah, I feel the weight, Still trust the hand that set my fate. Comfort temporary—covenant eternal, One shape the flesh, one shape the soul internal. 🎶 ⸻ [Final Hook – Choir + Brass, triumphant restraint] 🎶 Covenant over comfort— sealed, not soft, I know what it cost, I still walk it off. I don’t need painless, I need refined— Covenant over comfort… this life is mine. 🎶 French Tenor (held, resolute): 🎶 Je cho

COVENANT OVER COMFORT