Morning

[Verse 1]
The demons gone, the man restored,
No longer chained, no longer ignored.
Clothed in righteousness, standing tall,
The power of Jesus breaks every fall!

Once a life of torment, fear, and shame,
Now he glorifies the Savior’s name!
From brokenness to victory,
Christ’s love has set him free!

[Pre-Chorus]
Every soul can be made new,
Jesus’ power will see you through!
Step out of darkness, into the light,
Stand in His strength, walk in His might!

[Chorus]
Made whole in Jesus, lifted high,
Chains are broken, we touch the sky!
From the grave of sin, to life restored,
We glorify the mighty Lord!
Made whole in Jesus, free today,
Darkness flees and fear gives way!
Every heart, every soul, every voice,
Shout His name — we rejoice!

[Verse 2]
The townsfolk came, amazed to see,
A life transformed so powerfully!
The man now speaks of love and grace,
Jesus’ mercy shining on his face!

No shadow remains, no chains remain,
The Lord of glory breaks every chain!
He calls us out of night and despair,
Into His kingdom, full of care!

[Pre-Chorus]
Every soul can be made new,
Jesus’ power will see you through!
Step out of darkness, into the light,
Stand in His strength, walk in His might!

[Chorus]
Made whole in Jesus, lifted high,
Chains are broken, we touch the sky!
From the grave of sin, to life restored,
We glorify the mighty Lord!
Made whole in Jesus, free today,
Darkness flees and fear gives way!
Every heart, every soul, every voice,
Shout His name — we rejoice!

[Bridge]
Rise up, all broken hearts,
Jesus’ love makes new starts!
Step out of shame, step into praise,
Dance in the freedom of His ways!

[Breakdown]
Leader: Who makes us whole?
Choir: Jesus!
Leader: Who breaks the chains?
Choir: Jesus!
Leader: Who restores our hearts?
Choir: Christ alone!
All: Glory to God, the mighty throne!

[Final Chorus]
Made whole in Jesus, lifted high,
Chains are broken, we touch the sky!
From the grave of sin, to life restored,
We glorify the mighty Lord!
Made whole in Jesus, free today,
Darkness flees and fear gives way!
Every heart, every soul, every voice,
Shout His name — we rejoice!

[Outro]
Freed and restored, we stand in light,
Jesus reigns — our strength, our might!
Every soul, every heart, every hand,
Made whole forever in His command!

Made Whole in Jesus

Dernière Chaleur

Stay Down

myself

MARS — War Drums in the Dust

Song made with Zona and written by Taddel94_

I‘ll stay with you

Come Undone

Lyrics ✨

It's not how you look when you're doing the thing
It's how you feel
I used to be full of dread
Then I had to take a sec and think
Why am I so scared of it
But now I think I want to feel it
And I'm getting kinda curious
I feel the stars at my fingertips

Moonlight don't call back
Heartache too real for that
Life gone too soon for that
You don't have to act like that

I got you
It's okay
It's okay
It's okay
I got you
It's okay
It's okay
It's okay
I got you
It's okay
It's okay
It's okay
I got you
It's okay
It's okay
It's okay

Moonlight don't call back
Heartache too real for that
Life gone too soon for that
You don't have to act like that
Moonlight don't call back
Heartache too real for that
Life gone too soon for that
You don't have to act like that

Stars in my palm
Light in my hand
I think I got it
Think I understand
I used to be full of dread
I used to be full of dread
Now I don't wanna be scared
I'm starting to get it
Starting to get it

Moonlight don't call back
Heartache too real for that
Life gone too soon for that
You don't have to act like that

Moonlight Don't Call Back

THE RED QUEEN’S PRIVATE JOURNAL

A Synopsis from the Reign of Eternal Order

On the eve of the Grand Ball, the Red Queen records a world that behaves exactly as it should. The palace glows with deliberate elegance, music softening at her presence, gold settling into its rightful weight. Courtiers smile without strain, abundance flows without panic, and even silence understands when to bow. Order is not enforced—it is expected. This is the triumph of preparation, where certainty replaces chaos and stability is mistaken for peace.

Yet beneath the flawless choreography of her court, the Queen’s private words reveal the cost of such perfection. Authority, she reflects, weighs more when unobserved. On moonlit balconies and in the hush between commands, she tests the quiet, reassures herself that control remains intact. Loyal sentinels stand ready, borders are secure, and disturbances are dismissed as maintenance rather than threat. Nothing is wrong—nothing serious, at least.

Small amusements begin to surface. Reports of the Dormouse arrive, contradictory and irritating in their harmlessness: clocks nudged, hats misplaced, order rearranged just enough to mock precision. Candy whispers follow—the Twins distributing sweetness in shadowed corners, dulling attention, tempting forgetfulness. The Queen refuses to dramatize it. Symbols only gain power when named. For now, these are trifles. No cracks yet.

Then the mirrors hesitate.

Reflections lag by fractions of a breath. Angles disagree. The Queen corrects them as one corrects the world—by insisting harder. Glass should not invent. It should reflect. But hesitation lingers, and with it a sense of deviation too subtle to punish, too persistent to ignore. Roses bloom when they should not. Silence lasts a beat too long. Orders are obeyed, but with delay.

The Queen responds not to threat, but to pattern failure. Scouts are sent quietly. Armor replaces silk. The palace grows heavier, more deliberate. A name begins to circulate in careful whispers—Alice—spoken like a misalignment rather than an enemy. Wonderland reacts before she arrives: clocks slip, mirrors fracture, sweets spread like weeds. Pressure mounts, and the Queen speaks more often, not from fear, but from the need to reinforce clarity. Velvet law tightens with a smile.

Alone at night, she reassures herself before obedient glass. For moments, everything aligns again. Then comes the flicker. A stutter. A memory the realm refuses to forget. The Queen resolves to act—not in rage, but in preparation. The Hound will be released. Order will be restored.

In her final private reckoning, she confesses not anger, but confusion. Her people are safe, fed, spared the chaos of choice. Why resist perfection? Why misalign what has been so carefully forged? She names Alice not as rebellion, but as something worse: a distortion. A presence that bends mirrors, clocks, and loyalties simply by existing.

The candle burns low. The embers glow. The Queen does not look away.

Everything she has done was necessary. History will agree—because she is the one who writes it.

To read the full journal entries from the Red Queen’s own hand, visit OneDareLand.com
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