Music: “How Often Has He Brought Relief!” Lyrics by John Newton. Performed by “Crimson Covenant.” Copyright ©TobyLogsdon, 2025

The clock keeps turning, the days slip past, We build our kingdoms that never last. The mirror shows lines we can’t deny— Dust to dust, we all must die.

Memento mori—remember, friend, This life will fade, but it’s not the end. Now is the time to bow the knee, To Christ who died so willingly. Memento mori—come and see: His grace alone can set you free.

The rich and poor, the bold, the brave, They all lie down in death’s grave. But one Man rose, the stone rolled wide— And those in Him will never die.

Memento mori—remember, friend, This life will fade, but it’s not the end. Now is the time to bow the knee, To Christ who died so willingly. Memento mori—come and see: His grace alone can set you free.

So turn, while breath is in your chest, This fleeting life is not your rest. He waits with mercy still in store— But none of us can know the hour.

Memento mori—don’t delay, The Judge of all is on His way. Run to the cross, where sinners hide, Live now for Christ, the Crucified. Memento mori—this I plead: Remember death… and see your need For Christ, who conquered death indeed.

Becky needs more than positivity More than vague hope wrapped in a melody She’s not some cheap product, she’s a soul in need Of grace and truth and Calvary Don’t give her cotton candy when she’s craving bread Give her songs with nails and thorns and blood that Jesus bled ’Cause Becky needs more—yeah, we all need more— Than positivity

She remembers hymns her grandma used to sing With trembling hands and tears that meant something “Rock of Ages,” “It Is Well” Taught her how to walk through hell But now it’s “You got this” on repeat like a spell She’s aching for a lyric that won’t flinch at pain A song that leads her to the cross, and doesn’t sugarcoat her shame

Becky needs more than positivity More than synth beats and soft theology She’s not looking for a mood, she’s looking for a King Who walked on water and felt suffering Don’t give her glitter when she needs the Lamb Give her songs that make her tremble at the great I AM ’Cause Becky needs more—yeah, we all need more— Than positivity

She’s not mad, she’s just tired Of empty praise and strange fire She wants songs that point her home To the throne, to the scars, to the Shepherd she’s known

Becky needs more than positivity More than feel-good, market-driven insanity Give her Scripture, give her songs that bleed With gospel depth and historic creed Don’t trade the cross for catchy lines Don’t dim the glory just to make it shine ’Cause Becky needs more—yeah, we all need more— Than positivity

So write for the weary, sing for the lost Point us to the Savior, whatever the cost Becky’s still listening—we need to make it count So turn the Gospel up… and the fluff down