Forklift Yacht Club Announces a New Journey: Faith on the Floor

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Forklift Yacht Club Announces a New Journey: Faith on the Floor



Forklift Yacht Club has explored strange warehouses, impossible shifts, storm-chasing cats, and stories that exist somewhere between reality and imagination.

But this time, we are stepping into something different.

Faith on the Floor is a Christian rock album about the moments that happen every day — the struggles nobody sees, the conversations that matter, and the quiet ways God works through ordinary people.

This album is not about having all the answers.

It is about starting the day with a prayer, walking into difficult situations, and learning that faith is carried not only in big moments, but in the small ones too.

The journey begins with:

"Clocking In With a Prayer"
A reminder that before the work begins, before the challenges arrive, we can invite God into our day.

"Pray for Your Coworkers"
A song about remembering that everyone around us has a story, a struggle, and battles we may never see.

"Walking With Grace"
A reflection on forgiveness, patience, and choosing to respond with the same grace we have received.

"When My Strength Runs Out"
A song about the moments when people look to us for answers, and we realize our strength comes from something greater than ourselves.

"A Little More Than a Moment"
A reminder that even the smallest interactions can matter. A kind word, a helping hand, or a moment of compassion could be exactly what someone needed that day.

Faith on the Floor is about finding God in everyday life — on the busy days, the difficult days, and the days when we simply keep moving forward.

Sometimes the biggest impact isn't made by the person standing in the spotlight.

Sometimes it's made by the person who quietly shows up, helps someone else, and lets God work through them.

This is a different side of Forklift Yacht Club.

Welcome to Faith on the Floor.

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