Jesus Gonna Be Here | 2026 Release |

The gravel crunched under the tires of the old Ford as Silas pulled onto the shoulder of Highway 61. He didn’t stop because of a breakdown; he stopped because the sky looked like a bruised plum, and the air felt heavy with a secret.

A pair of headlights appeared in the distance, shimmering through the heat haze. They didn't move like a car; they drifted, slow and steady, like a lantern carried by a walker. Jesus Gonna Be Here

He leaned against the warm metal of the hood and lit a cigarette. "Any time now," he whispered to the crickets. The gravel crunched under the tires of the

In the backseat sat a vintage tube radio, humming with static. Silas adjusted the dial until the low, rhythmic thrum of a bass guitar cut through the white noise. It was that old song—the one about waiting. “Jesus gonna be here... be here soon.” They didn't move like a car; they drifted,