The moment Heaven Awaits drops “Reborn in the Spirit,” you can almost feel an invisible crack in the atmosphere, where the sacred meets the mundane, and somehow, both seem to borrow each other’s clothes. I wasn’t expecting that from a song title that sounds like something you’d find etched on a 16th-century church bell, but there’s a modern glow to this track that is unmistakable.
The song wrestles openly with heavy topics: going from “I don’t believe” to burning with a faith that you hope brings at least a little clarity—and not just more questions. But here’s the thing: transformation is messy, right? You’re not just neatly reborn as someone who’s got it all figured out. No, Heaven Awaits gets that. This is less about floating upwards on some spiritual elevator and more like flipping through every stage of an old-school photo album with each snapshot showing a different version of yourself.
Musically, it’s this blend of rock that’s almost restrained enough to feel playful, but then a pop hook swoops in and insists on sticking around in your brain like bubblegum on a shoe.
Lyrically, “Reborn in the Spirit” punches a question into the air before pulling you into that punch’s aftermath: can faith be found between the cracks of disbelief? What’s redemption like when it comes not as a blinding flash but as a slowly growing ember?
And if we’re going to strange cultural angles, the song reminds me a bit of Ennio Morricone’s spaghetti western scores, where wide open spaces are filled not with cowboys but with possibility. There’s that sweeping feel here, too. Except, instead of dusty plains and outlaws, it’s your spirit reckoning with something…romantic, almost.
By the time you get to the final chorus, you’re not just listening; you’re inhaling.
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