The Show: Live On Tour

Dear Patience (Live From Melbourne)

I stopped asking the sky for permission
And started listening for the whisper
That still, small voice
That says: "I don’t follow the stars, I follow the One who made them.
And yet, the stars still shine a little brighter when I pray…

I chase signs like breadcrumbs in the online neighborhood
Reading headlines like scriptures, I barely understood
Looking for patterns in the time line
And the wonders of the mind
Connecting dots up on the wall
Watching Empires rise and fall

The shadow of a Cross on a building
Spray painted words on the sidewalk
A total stranger reassures me
With an awe inspiring pep talk

It’s not just a coincidence
It’s a total confirmation
It’s synchronicity and a divine affirmation

I don’t follow the stars
I follow the One who made them
He orders my steps
So I don’t need to chase them
The life signs follow me
So does synchronicity
They tell me I should let it be
‘But I know I'm being set free

When I walk in love
The Earth echoes back
When I'm acting foolish, with a plank in my eye
Heaven’s just a journey and it’s starts right here
In the tear I didn’t fake
In the peace I can’t explain

Don’t need tarot cards, don’t need fate
I’ve got Grace
I’ve got Jesus
And I'm full of Faith

He said, “My sheep know my voice…”
So I stopped listening for lightning
And tuned in to the whisper
And now the signs
They just show up
Like flowers after rain
Like miracles in plain clothes

I don’t follow the stars
I follow the One who named them
I’m marked by Heaven
So I don’t have to claim them
The signs
The signs
They follow me
‘Cause I follow Thee

Mindy Chisholm - Set Free

Sometimes is a genre-blending journey through the shadows and light of human emotion. Fusing elements of grunge, shoegaze, dream pop, ambient, and alternative rock, this album explores themes of longing, introspection, and transformation. With haunting melodies, textured soundscapes, and a raw emotional core, Sometimes invites listeners into a world where vulnerability meets resilience—and where every track feels like a memory half-remembered, half-dreamed.

Dear Patience (Live From Melbourne)

Niall Horan