Used By You

Hulvey turns a simple prayer into the whole architecture of the song: "Lord, I wanna be used by You," repeated until it sounds less like a chorus and more like a vow. The verses fill that request with ordinary life — the joy of looking at his son, the feeling of being noticed by God like a prize already won, the studio booth where the team works "on one accord" before the verses go out like a battle cry. He calls himself God's boy and says the point is to show people his Abba, then pivots to images of time and trust: no need for a luxury watch when he's living in God's timing, unafraid even when life gets shady, committed to his lady until the grave. A run of lines about being built by God's own hands and refusing to share His glory gives way to a testimony of rescue — found when the walls were closing in, voids filled only by God, a cross placed where emptiness used to be. The closing repetition doesn't resolve into a big finish so much as settle into obedience, the same request offered again.