(Intro – quiet, low rumble of wind and ash falling) Yeah… They thought it was over — but grace don’t die. You can bury truth, but resurrection’s in its DNA. This is grace… out of the ruins. Verse 1 (🔥 slow rise, calm but heavy): From the ashes, I rise again, Not by strength, but by His hand. I saw the towers built by man, Fall like dust — just part of the plan. They tried to cage what can’t be chained, Tried to brand what can’t be named. Grace ain’t business — it’s blood unstained, It’s mercy wild, uncontained. Religion died — but faith was born, Through battle cries and nights of scorn. They mocked the light, called grace forlorn, But dawn still breaks on Spirit’s morn. They sold the cross to buy acclaim, But fire purged that hollow game. Now grace stands tall, untamed by fame, Reclaiming hearts in Jesus’ name. Hook (🔥 bold, anthemic): Grace out of the ruins, beauty from decay, Mercy built the kingdom that pride threw away. Truth out the ashes, light through the pain, What they called dead — He rose again. Grace out of the ruins, born in the flame, Every broken soul — He calls by name. No more chains, no man-made claim, It’s grace, not works — forever the same. Verse 2 (🔥 militant but hopeful): I saw pulpits turn to dust and smoke, But I ain’t mourn — that’s how He spoke. He said, “Tear down walls, let faith invoke, The living Word — not men who choke.” They built cathedrals, forgot the cry, Of widows lost, of saints who sigh. But now His breath fills every sky, Revival walks — and doubt will die. This grace ain’t soft, it’s thunder loud, It shakes the stage, it breaks the crowd. It heals the heart, it humbles proud, It ain’t for sale — it ain’t allowed. You can’t define what God sets free, You can’t confine eternity. Grace broke the mold religiously, Now Heaven reigns where ruins be. Hook (🔥 full revival energy): Grace out of the ruins, beauty from decay, Mercy built the kingdom that pride threw away. Truth out the ashes, light through the pain, What they called dead — He rose again. Grace out of the ruins, born in the flame, Every broken soul — He calls by name. No more chains, no man-made claim, It’s grace, not works — forever the same. Bridge (🔥 spoken prophetic over distant choir): He said, “Let the rubble preach. Let the broken walls testify. Every system that fell Made room for My breath to multiply.” Grace don’t need gold to glow. It don’t need fame to flow. It moves through the humble, Through the unseen, Through the ones religion said “no.” Verse 3 (🔥 strongest rap verse): Yeah, I’m standing in the ruins, hand raised high, Smoke all around, but my spirit fly. They tried to chain grace — I ask them why? You can’t limit love that refused to die. It ain’t by merit, it ain’t by score, It’s by blood that opened Heaven’s door. They preach control, but I want more — Freedom’s sound on Spirit’s floor. Let the prophets speak in flames and tears, Let the remnant rise through all these years. The church reborn — no more veneers, Just truth that silences the fears. Grace rebuilt what man destroyed, Turned the void into the joy employed. Every lie the devil deployed, Now crushed beneath what grace enjoyed. Final Hook (🔥 all-in choir and drums drop): Grace out of the ruins, beauty from decay, Mercy built the kingdom that pride threw away. Truth out the ashes, light through the pain, What they called dead — He rose again. Grace out of the ruins, born in the flame, Every broken soul — He calls by name. No more chains, no man-made claim, It’s grace, not works — forever the same. Outro (soft prophetic whisper with wind): The ashes didn’t end it… They exposed what was fake. What was real never burned. Grace walked out of the fire — untouched. And the remnant followed.
