Becky Needs More Than Positivity

“Becky Needs More Than Positivity” by Crimson Covenant. Lyrics by Toby Logsdon. Becky’s got a minivan, four kids in the back Soccer cleats, Goldfish, and a Bible on the dash. She flips the dial, tries to find A song to lift her weary mind But all she hears is “You’re enough” and “Shine, shine, shine” And she’s thinking, “Is this really all there is to say?” She’s drowning in bills and prayers that feel unanswered every day Becky needs more than positivity More than vague hope wrapped in a melody She’s not some cheap product, she’s a soul in need Of grace and truth and Calvary Don’t give her cotton candy when she’s craving bread Give her songs with nails and thorns and blood that Jesus bled ’Cause Becky needs more—yeah, we all need more— Than positivity She remembers hymns her grandma used to sing With trembling hands and tears that meant something “Rock of Ages,” “It Is Well” Taught her how to walk through hell But now it’s “You got this” on repeat like a spell She’s aching for a lyric that won’t flinch at pain A song that leads her to the cross, and doesn’t sugarcoat her shame Becky needs more than positivity More than synth beats and soft theology She’s not looking for a mood, she’s looking for a King Who walked on water and felt suffering Don’t give her glitter when she needs the Lamb Give her songs that make her tremble at the great I AM ’Cause Becky needs more—yeah, we all need more— Than positivity She’s not mad, she’s just tired Of empty praise and strange fire She wants songs that point her home To the throne, to the scars, to the Shepherd she’s known Becky needs more than positivity More than feel-good, market-driven insanity Give her Scripture, give her songs that bleed With gospel depth and historic creed Don’t trade the cross for catchy lines Don’t dim the glory just to make it shine ’Cause Becky needs more—yeah, we all need more— Than positivity So write for the weary, sing for the lost Point us to the Savior, whatever the cost Becky’s still listening—we need to make it count So turn the Gospel up… and the fluff down