[Intro] In the margin where the map folds, mercy marks north A borrowed breath in a body made of borrowed earth [Verse 1] I parse the paradox, pardon in the particles The finite finding freedom in a frame invisible Covenant code in the marrow, not ceremonial A carpenter’s calculus cuts through the imperial I was a closed case, stone-faced, no pulse in the premise Then grace broke the seal, made a jailer a witness Now the sentence got double meaning: verdict and duration Paid in full, yet I’m drafted into daily renovation Cross-current, cross-reference, cross carrying the crossbeam Lost sheep, found frequency, tuned inside the lost dream Bread of life, daily portion, word made edible A table turns a traitor’s room into something credible [Hook] Kingdom come, but it’s coming through us Dust in the lungs, still the Spirit moves us Death had a claim, but the claim got denied Three days deep, now the grave’s open wide Kingdom come, let the old walls split Truth in the wound, let the light get in Name above names, yet He stooped down low Love writes a road where the law said no [Verse 2] I’m in the image, but I image the fracture A living contradiction with a liturgy of capture I make idols out of outcomes, gold-plated assumptions Then wonder why my altar never answers questions But the Shepherd reads the static in the panic of the valley Counts every contradiction, still calls the broken family Rod and staff, not a weapon but a measure and a landing Discipline that disciplines the damage in my branding The seed in the soil is a code in the coffin A kernel has to crack for the harvest to blossom So I die to the draft of the self I was defending Lose the old name, find the Name that never-ending Sabbath in the circuitry, silence with a pulse in it Grace is not a loophole, it’s a life with the proof in it Faith is not a blindfold, it’s a bridge over seeing Hope is not an escape hatch, it’s history still breathing [Turntablism Break] Cut the fear—flip the frame—splice the shame—let it go Grace on the one, truth on the two, mercy in stereo Cut the fear—flip the frame—splice the shame—let it go From the dust to the dawn, watch the dead code overflow [Bridge] If I climb, You are higher If I hide, You are near If I burn through the wire You make a window from fear No ladder to purchase the love that was given No mask can outlast the face of forgiveness The stone was a door, the wound was a window The end was a seed with a world in its center [Final Verse] So I walk with a limp and a liberated cadence Every scar is a footnote in the book of patience I’m not saved by the shape of the speech I assemble But the Word took a body, so the body can tremble Incarnation: heaven in the human condition Resurrection: life revising the final edition Ascension: absence that enlarges the mission Pentecost: many tongues, one breath in collision Let the beat break apart; let the bars rearrange The cornerstone stands while the angles exchange I’m a temple under tension, reconstruction in motion With a cross in my compass and a sea in the ocean [Outro] Kingdom come, not a slogan but a summons Grace in the present, glory in the coming From the first breath spoken to the last trumpet sounded The grave lost the argument; the living are surrounded
