Crown On The DustGathered Light

Infinite Attention

Gathered Light · Psalm 147

Intro

Praise looks right on You

Let gratitude change the room

Verse

The city reduced me to numbers and notices

Past-due red letters, a waitlist, a code

I wore my composure like tailored camouflage

While grief did demolition under my clothes

You gather the names that the wreckage misplaced

Dress every fracture no camera can show

You count every star without flattening wonder

Call every light by the name only You know

Pre-Chorus

You don’t applaud the horsepower

Or the legs trained to conquer the course

You delight in the heart that keeps hoping

When hope has no muscle or force

Chorus

Infinite attention

Nothing living slips Your view

From the coldest constellation

To the room where I come unglued

You rebuild what ruin scattered

You leave the raven breakfast too

Infinite attention

Nothing small is small to You

Verse

You quilt the roofs in wool-white weather

Sift frost like ash across the lane

One sentence sends the gutters talking

warm breath turns locked-up ice to rain

You green the lots behind the station

Drop supper where the ravens wait

Lay quiet down along the border

Set the finest wheat on common plates

Pre-Chorus

You don’t applaud the horsepower

Or the legs trained to conquer the course

You delight in the heart that keeps hoping

When hope has no muscle or force

Chorus

Infinite attention

Nothing living slips Your view

From the coldest constellation

To the room where I come unglued

You rebuild what ruin scattered

You leave the raven breakfast too

Infinite attention

Nothing small is small to You

Bridge

The forecast bends around Your sentence

Snow takes orders, rivers move

The sky knows how to hear one syllable

Teach this restless heart to hear You too

Final Chorus

Infinite attention

Nothing living slips Your view

From the farthest constellation

To the rooms where we come unglued

You rebuild what ruin scattered

You leave the raven breakfast too

Infinite attention

Nothing small is small to You

Outro

Praise looks right on You

Let gratitude look right on us too

Track 6 of 12 · Psalm 147 · Praise

Infinite Attention

Sit with this Psalm when you feel reduced to a number, overlooked, or lost in something larger than you.

Listen

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Behind the song

"Infinite Attention" explores the difference between being counted and being known. Modern systems can reduce a person to notices, balances, applications, statistics, or a place on a waitlist. Psalm 147 offers another kind of knowledge: God counts the stars without flattening their wonder, because he also names them. The song moves from "the coldest constellation" to "the room where I come unglued," joining cosmic scale with private care. Even the young raven receives breakfast. God's greatness becomes more personal, not less, as the view expands.

Listening reflection

Psalm 147's double vision drives the song: the One who counts the stars without 'flattening wonder' is the same One in 'the room where I come unglued.' Weather does the heavy lifting for imagery — wool-white roofs, frost sifted like ash, locked ice turned to rain, supper dropped where the ravens wait. The refrain lands on the Psalm's own preference: delight in hearts that keep hoping rather than in strength or speed.

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