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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. All of this music is offered freely to all who seek hope and healing.
Listening Paths
Choose the room your soul is in.
Anxiety, grief, nearness
Peace in Heavy Places
For heavy nights, grief, fear, and the prayer that simply asks the Lord to stay close.
Includes Weak Things Strong, O Lord Wilt Thou Stay With Me, I Smile
Repentance, masks, mercy
Grace and Return
Songs for falling short, dropping the false face, and turning back to mercy.
Includes Still He Comes, Here We Go Again, Wrong Faces
Endurance, work, obedience
Keep Going
For the long obedience: Mondays, effort, work, and not quitting in the dark.
Includes Weak Things Strong, Don't You Quit, Working Man
Service, family, charity
Love Out Loud
Love that moves through hands and feet: show up, feed sheep, give, and stay.
Includes Love Me By Love, If Not You Then Who, Stay
Doubt, seeking, truth
Faith That Grows
For honest questions, spiritual experiments, and truth that grows slowly but holds.
Includes Weak Things Strong, Is It a Good Seed?, Why Do I Wander
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Never Moved
I wrote this song from the feeling of being caught in a spiritual skid. Not just having a bad day, but feeling like I am behind the wheel of my own life and still cannot keep the road from shifting underneath me. I press harder for control, but somehow the harder I grip, the more I slide. That is where the line “Here’s the grip I call control” comes from. Sometimes I mistake control for faith. I tell myself I am trying to be responsible, trying to repent, trying to fix what is broken, trying to find the way forward. But underneath all of that, I can still be holding too tightly to my own fear. I can still be trying to save myself by my own strength. This song is about the mercy of realizing that God does not always show the whole road. Most of the time, He gives the next turn. The next prompting. The next small piece of light. The next place to set my feet. And that has to be enough, because faith is not waiting until the fog is gone. Faith is choosing to move toward Him while the fog still hangs low. A lot of the imagery in this song comes from Lehi’s dream in the Book of Mormon. The mist of darkness, the tree, the path, and the word of God have always felt very real to me. There are seasons when the night seems to draw a circle around what I can see. The fog can make it feel like there is no way out, no sign ahead, no road left. But the fog cannot uproot the tree. Darkness can hide the view, but it cannot move Christ. The doubts in the second verse are the kind that come when you are already tired: “You’ve stalled out before, why try to start once more?” That kind of shame does not always sound loud at first. Sometimes it sounds reasonable. Sometimes it sounds like memory. Sometimes it sounds like proof that you are too far gone or too repetitive in your weakness. But the word of God cuts a clearing through those lies. The heart of the song is this line: “Your hand never moved—it was me lettin’ go.” That is my testimony of repentance. Repentance is not me convincing a reluctant God to come back to me. It is me discovering, again and again, that He was still there. Still reaching. Still calling. Still waiting. Still proving His love. God does not drag me home. He honors my agency. He lets me choose. But He also does not give up on me when I am slow to choose Him. So many times, I have thought He was distant, when really I was the one clutching the wheel, staring at the fog, and letting go of His hand. This song is my reminder that I do not need to see the whole road to trust the Lord. I do not need perfect control to be safe in Him. I can give Him my heart, my hope, and even the grip I have been calling control. And when I turn back to Him, I find He never moved.
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.
Crumb by Crumb
This song came from a realization I probably should have understood a long time ago, but apparently I am the kind of person who needs to put the milk glass in the pantry before heaven can get my attention. I have spent a lot of my life looking for God in the big moments. The clean answer. The obvious sign. The giant spiritual breakthrough where everything suddenly makes sense and I can finally say, “There it is. That was God.” But I am learning that most miracles do not arrive that way. Most miracles are almost annoyingly small. I've written songs that keep circling around this concept because I'm recognizing this interaction more and more... daily. They show up as a thought you almost ignore. A conversation you did not want to have. A text you finally send. A breath before you say something stupid. A moment where you apologize without turning it into a courtroom argument. A morning where you get up even though the old version of you would have stayed buried. A person who helps you when every proud part of you hates needing help. That is where this song lives. “Crumb by Crumb” is about the way God works on us without making a production out of it. He is not always trying to impress us. A lot of the time, He is trying to form us. And that process is usually slow, quiet, repetitive, and way more ordinary than we want it to be. I think we miss Him because we are looking past the small thing right in front of us. We want the whole answer, and He gives us the next right step. We want certainty, and He gives us a chance to trust. We want strength, and He lets us become humble enough to reach. We want the miracle to change the room, and sometimes the miracle is that something finally changes in us. That is the testimony behind this song. God is not absent just because life still feels hard. He is not failing us just because the answer comes in pieces. He is working in the crumbs. The overlooked moments. The little nudges. The awkward repentance. The inconvenient kindness. The daily choice to turn toward Him again. And over time, those small things become something holy. Crumb by crumb. Little by little. One small thing at a time.
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The Study · Seminary 2026
Overcoming Self: Learning to Be Humble
Overcoming Self: Learning to Be Humble Someone corrects you in front of your friends. Maybe it is a parent, a coach, a teacher. Your chest gets tight. Your face goes hot. Something
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“He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and fear the Lord and put their trust in him.”
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