VERSE 1 I hear the footsteps of the Teacher not in temples of stone not in the courts of kings but in the quiet places where the humble breathe. He walks through the centuries like light through a veil, leaving truth for those who can still hear Spirit over noise. VERSE 2 The monks wrote what the world forgot. The words too dangerous for empires, too liberating for men who need control. They kept His voice alive in the mountains, in the ink of devotion, in pages guarded by prayer and fire. PRE-CHORUS And this is what He said when the world was not listening, when His final breath carried more truth than the kingdoms built in His name. CHORUS Love is the only doctrine. Compassion is the only ritual. Awakening is the only salvation. Let the heart remember. Let the soul awaken. Let the world be still long enough to hear Him again. VERSE 3 He warned that His words would be twisted, that men would carve His name into their weapons, that power would steal His language and call it holy. He saw the future, and even then, He chose love. VERSE 4 He said the unseen ones would carry His truth — the poor, the quiet, the wounded, the ones who listen without needing proof. He said the light would survive in the ones who refused to hate. BRIDGE If you seek Him, seek the flame that softens the heart, not the throne that elevates the ego. Seek the breath that forgives, the hand that lifts, the voice that whispers to the lost: “Wake up, child. You are made of Me.” {FINAL CHORUS (Large choir, almost whispered at the end)} Love is the only doctrine. Compassion is the only ritual. Awakening is the only salvation. CODA This is the gospel that cannot be edited, cannot be owned, cannot be buried. It is the gospel spoken in His last breath— and still speaking now. FINAL CHORUS (Large choir,) Love is the only doctrine. Compassion is the only ritual. Awakening is the only salvation. Love is the only doctrine.
