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WorshipMob is a group of worshipers and worship leaders in Colorado Springs, CO. We join together weekly and sing praise to the King of Glory (Jesus Christ ). All of our music is live recorded original and covered songs. 

You Won't Relent

The radio hums, a low vibration,
Static blooms like ghosts in the wire.
Her voice drifts through the modulation,
Soft as smoke, pulling me higher.
I tune the dial, my hands are shaking,
Each sound feels almost alive.
Streetlights buzz with quiet breathing,
Their glow hums the shape of her name.
I follow the sound where the town is sleeping,
But every road just loops the same.
Something beneath the air is turning,
And I swear the signal sighs.
I can hear her say,
“Don’t trust the dawn, it lies.”
Every word cuts through the haze,
Like a warning from another sky.
I’m calling out through the dead frequency,
Where the stars hum low in sympathy.
Her voice is near but the world won’t bend,
Every message starts, then fails to send.
And I can’t tell if she’s ahead or behind,
Or just a memory trapped in the line.
The diner’s gone, just fog and power,
The wires hum, the ground hums back.
I trace her song through the old watchtower,
But the clock hands never track.
A shape in the glass moves when I don’t, 
It’s her smile, but it’s not her eyes.
Her voice cracks through the rain,
“Keep talking, I’m close this time.”
But the echo falls apart again,
Lost in the hum of the power lines.
I’m calling out through the dead frequency,
Where the stars hum low in sympathy.
Her voice is near but the world won’t bend,
Every message starts, then fails to send.
And I can’t tell if she’s ahead or behind,
Or just a memory trapped in the line.
Maybe the town is dreaming me,
Maybe I’m the ghost she tries to reach.
Maybe the signal’s not from her at all, 
Just the sound of something calling back from the breach.
I’m calling out through the dead frequency,
Where the stars hum low in sympathy.
Her voice is near but the world won’t bend,
Every message starts, then fails to send.
So I’ll keep the line alive tonight,
Through the static and electric light.
If she’s still out there, I’ll hear her sigh,
Through the dead frequency, where echoes lie.


Chapter Three, Dead Frequency

Praises (Be lifted up) - Bethel Church

M I R A C L E S //  Jeremy Riddle & Steffany Gretzinger

The Whole World (Spontaneous Worship) - Steffany Gretzinger, Amanda Cook and Sean Feucht

Bethel Live- Closer Ft. Steffany Frizzell-Gretzinger