There was something strangely magical about school assemblies in the 90s and 00s. You’d file into the hall half-asleep, cross-legged on the cold floor, and there it was: the big pull-down projector screen with Comic Sans lyrics and a backing track that slapped way harder than it should’ve.
We didn’t just sing — we performed. Complete with hand actions that looked more like an early form of interpretive dance. The teachers would be clapping politely while the Year 6s went full choir-leader energy at the back.
Songs like “Shine Jesus Shine”, “Our God Is a Great Big God”, and “He’s Got the Whole World in His Hands” turned that assembly hall into a full-on spiritual rave. We had no idea what half the lyrics meant, but the vibes? Immaculate.
And then there were the slow ones — the emotional ballads of the assembly playlist. “When I Needed a Neighbour” or “Colours of Day” had everyone swaying like it was the last night of a school trip.
The smell of varnished floorboards. The faint echo of the piano. The moment you realised the headteacher was actually doing the harmonies.
Pure nostalgia. Pure serotonin.
💅 Daisy Says…
Babes, let’s be honest — those songs were bangers. The Spotify Wrapped of my childhood was just:
🎶 Shine Jesus Shine (Extended Remix)
🎶 He’s Got the Whole World (in His Massive Hands, Obviously)
🎶 Our God Is a Great Big God (feat. Miss Jones on recorder)
You just know that if assemblies had mood lighting and a disco ball, we’d all still be there, arms raised, singing about love, light, and fishers of men.
BOOM BOOM. ✨
Asten Does Nostalgia 
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