YAH

Every record on this wall is someone talking about God. This one is God talking back.

YAH is a letter — first person, from the One whose name got buried under a title, to the people who stopped reading it. He lights the first light. He walks the garden in the cool of the day. He sets a table, circles the dates, and waits in a doorway nobody comes through. He watches you go to everyone but Him, and never once raises His voice. Twelve songs, and not one of them is angry. Just the ache of the One who keeps reaching, ending where it was always headed: come home.

Every one of the twelve was recorded more than once — most of them six different ways. Same words, same Name, different rooms the song could live in. We couldn't pick the cut. You will. Listen, vote the take that lands, and the version the most producers choose is the one that ships. That makes you a Producer on this record. There's a chair set for you; pull it up.