Verse 1 I am Am-you-leck, son of Giddonah, name on every tongue in town, Ledgers fat, doors open, I wore reputation like a crown. Called many times, I wouldn’t hear, I knew and would not know, Till an angel cut across my road and ordered me: go home. Feed the prophet at your table, break the fast of one who prays, So I brought Alma through my door, and heaven walked my halls for days. Pre-Chorus All my measures, gold and grain, weighed lighter than a breath, When the word that burns like sunlight split the curtains of my chest. Chorus I am Am-you-leck, I won’t sell my breath for silver’s shine. Keep your six onties, keep your coins, your bargain isn’t mine. He cannot save us in our sins, but He can make us new, Raise the dead, restore the bones, and judge our works as true. Verse 2 Zee-ezz-rom smiled with lawyer’s teeth, a purse that flashed like steel, “Deny your God, take what you want.” He thought my soul a deal. O you child of every trap, you love your lucre more than light, You lied to God about your gift, but Truth still owns the night. Is there one God? Yes. Will His Son come? Yes, to bear our scars. But not to bless our favorite chains, He breaks them where we are. Pre-Chorus No unclean thing inherits joy, no shadow tricks the dawn, So turn and live, be washed and stand, or else you stand alone. Chorus I am Am-you-leck, I won’t sell my breath for silver’s shine. Keep your six onties, keep your coins, your bargain isn’t mine. He cannot save us in our sins, but He can make us new, Raise the dead, restore the bones, and judge our works as true. Verse 3 Then came fire like a knife, and pages turned to flame, Mothers, children, scripture, smoke, and I could taste their names. Alma, let us lift our hands, I begged to stop the blaze. The Spirit held my wrists and said: the Lord receives their praise. So I swallowed every helpless shout and learned a harder trust, While ashes rose like witness clouds and settled on the judge. Bridge Prison floor, twelve days, no bread, the cuffs cut skin and bone. “Save yourselves,” they laughed and spat. We answered them with stone. “O Lord,” Alma cried, “give strength,” and cords fell off like straw, The ground convulsed, the walls split wide, and Justice wrote its law. Verse 4 We walked to Sidom, found the cast-off saints, and Zee-ezz-rom burned with fever, Guilt like iron on his tongue, but faith like water, eager. “Do you believe?” “I do,” he said. He rose, the room in tears. Baptized, healed, a church was born, and hope rang in our ears. I left my gold in Amm-on-nigh-hah, left the comfort and the praise, Left my father and my friends, won a better Name to raise. Final Chorus I am Am-you-leck, my empty hands are finally full, Not with coins, but living bread, a yoke that’s light to pull. He cannot save us in our sins, He saves us out and through, Grave to garden, dust to breath, the Judge who makes us new. Tag Onties fall. Ashes rise. I keep the truth. The Truth keeps lives.
