It emphasizes that even in seasons of sickness or financial struggle, God provides the strength to maintain victory.

James wasn’t a particularly religious man, nor was he a criminal. He was a sound engineer, a profession that was slowly eating him alive. For three months, he had been stuck on the final mix of a documentary film about a remote village in the Andes. The director wanted the score to feel "like hope rising from the dust," but every track James licensed sounded like corporate jingles or funeral dirges. Nothing fit.

The sound built into a harmonic drone, a deafening, beautiful chord that swallowed the MP3. James covered his ears, but the sound was inside him now. The bridge wasn't shaking; it was resonating, glowing faintly with a kinetic energy he couldn't explain.