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Be Lovely - New song Tuesday
February 4, 2026
A quiet song inspired by my daughter Grace. Her old-soul kindness, her way of seeing people, and the simple things she says that make others feel seen, welcome, and enough
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By Lord Redeemed is a creative sharing ground founded by Shane Pierson to share spiritual inspirations for music and lyrics. Each song is a testimony born from personal encounters with God's miracles, crafted to help listeners both hear and feel the same experiences as Shane has. All of this music is offered freely to all who seek hope and healing.
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Be Lovely
This song exists because of Grace. Not in a cheesy way, and not because I sat down trying to write “a song about my daughter.” It’s just what came out after watching her be herself for a long time. She has this way of talking to people that still catches me off guard. She’ll look someone straight in the eye and say exactly what they need to hear, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. You’re kind. You’re beautiful. You matter. I see you. And she actually means it. There’s no performance in it. No angle. She just believes people deserve to hear those things. She’s always been like that. Old soul doesn’t even feel like the right phrase, but it’s the closest thing I’ve got. She loves old movies, old music, things with history and weight to them. She feels comfortable in spaces that move slower. And she somehow carries that same calm into her friendships. Everyone’s welcome. Everyone belongs. No scorekeeping. So when I started writing this, the lyrics just sounded like her voice in my head. Not telling her story. Not describing her. Just speaking the way she speaks to her friends. That was important to me. This isn’t a love song. It’s not romantic. It’s just human. It’s what it feels like to sit across from someone who actually sees you and isn’t trying to fix you. The music followed that same instinct. Piano only. Slow. Nothing fancy. I wanted it to feel like it could’ve been written a long time ago and still make sense now. Something that doesn’t rush you. Something that gives you space to breathe. I’m getting the song transcribed right now, and I’m quietly hoping I can talk her into performing it with me at some point. No pressure. No big moment. Just if it ever feels right. If it doesn’t, that’s okay too. This song already did what it was supposed to do. If you’re listening to this and it feels like someone’s talking directly to you, good. Let it land. And if you’re in a spot where you can turn around and say those same things to someone else, even better. That’s the whole point. Be lovely.
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It was late. Real late. The house was quiet and I was laying there staring at the ceiling, doing that thing where your brain decides it's time to bring up every dumb decision, every weakness you thought you were past, every reason you should be further along than you are. Same loop I've run a hundred times. Maybe its a post 40 thing, or stress induced, or that a dumb snow storm has my wife stuck in Atlanta. You choose. You are probably right. Well, I kept thinking about something the apostle, Elder Jeffrey R. Holland, said years ago that I've never really been able to shake. He talked about how God loves mercy. Like actually loves it. Not just allows it. Not just puts up with us asking for it again. It's His favorite thing to do. That hit me hard laying there in the dark, because if that's true, then the way we talk to ourselves makes no sense. Man, we are brutal with ourselves.,, We act like we're wearing out our welcome with God. Like we've asked for forgiveness one too many times. Like He's gotta be rolling His eyes when we show up again with the same stuff. We assume there's some invisible line we're about to cross where mercy runs out and disappointment takes over. But that's just not how this works. It can't be. The Atonement of Jesus Christ isn't some delicate, fragile vase that must be handled with care. It doesn't say, "Okay, but this is the last time." It was built for repeat visits and maybe even obsessive use of it. It is built for all people as we mess up, get up, mess up again, and still keep turning back. And here's the part that I needed to hear that night, and maybe you do too: Sometimes we're not waiting on God to forgive us. We're the ones refusing to let Him. We deny ourselves mercy and call it accountability. We sit there and hang onto shame and pretend it's humility. We keep punishing ourselves long after Christ already paid for it. At some point, that's not being disciplined. It's just straight up not trusting Him. So yeah, this song came out of that moment. Laying there. Tired. Honest. Realizing we needed to stop arguing with God's Mercy and just let Him do what He actually wants to do. Which is show mercy. Over and over. If you're reading this and you're stuck in that same late-night headspace, here's the reminder I needed: Stop denying the Lord the chance to be merciful to you. Just quit it. He loves you way too much for that. That's the heart of this song.
Forged
Forged came out of a season I did not understand while I was inside of it. For a long time, I thought I had already been through the refining. Life felt stable. We had bought a house. Work was going well. I believed I had finally reached a place where the hard lessons were behind me and the edges had been smoothed out. Then everything shifted fast. The market turned. My employer started struggling. Bills stacked up. Property taxes jumped overnight because the house was new construction. Payments that once felt manageable suddenly were not. I started working construction on Saturdays with a guy from church just to keep up. I did whatever I could to try to make it work. Eventually we had to sell the house. The value had dropped so much that there was no clean exit. We sold anyway, took the loss, and moved into my brother’s attic in Utah. That season felt like being split in two. It was humbling. It was heavy. It was not something I would have chosen. On the last day in that house, I went back one final time to lock the doors. I was standing alone in the garage, trying to hold it together, when a small bird flew in and could not find its way back out. In that moment, my stress faded. I stopped thinking about the loss and focused on helping something smaller than me find its way. It sounds insignificant, but it was not. That moment reminded me that I was not alone. That God was still there. That this season was not punishment or abandonment. It was part of the work. Damascus steel does not become strong because it survives heat once. It becomes strong because it is heated, folded, struck, cooled, and then put back into the fire again. Often after it already looks finished. The strength is built in layers you cannot see yet. That is what this song is about. Forged is about endurance. It is about trusting the hands holding the hammer even when the pressure returns. It is where we gain understanding that what feels like loss is often knowledge, and what feels like breaking is sometimes the only way real strength is formed. I am sharing this song as a record of something real. I want it to be a testimony of what it means to stay under the work and trust God’s design even when it hurts. If you have ever thought you were finished, only to find yourself tested again, this song is for you.
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