(Slow, steady beat — poetic spoken word cadence) [Intro – whispered prayerful tone] I don’t wait for Eden — I walk in it. I don’t long for glory — I bear it. The veil is torn. The throne is near. And I… I confess. --- [Verse 1] I confess, I used to chase the sky, Waiting for the day that God would pass me by. Thought the Kingdom lived in clouds above, But now I breathe the fullness of His love. The Tree of Life? Yeah, it’s rootin’ in me. Fruit of the Spirit — not fantasy. No more serpent in my ear with a lie, I’ve died once — now I’ll never die. --- [Verse 2] I confess, I saw the fire fall, Not in wrath — but grace that burned it all. Old world gone like shadows at dawn, The curse reversed, the fig leaves gone. I’m clothed in Christ, the second Man, He rose, I rose — now here I stand. No temple, no fear, just face to face, Every breath I draw drips holy grace. --- [Bridge – soft, slow emphasis] I won’t be silent in this age of noise. I won’t pretend I haven't heard His voice. I won’t play dead when I’ve been made new. I live Eden. I walk Truth. --- [Verse 3 – strong, rising) I confess, I used to think I lacked, Like Adam hiding, always looking back. But now I rest — the war is done, I reign in peace beneath the Son. No more guilt, no “someday” hope — I wear His name like a royal cloak. This is now. This is home. This is life in the Age of the Throne. --- [Outro – whispered again, fading] Not waiting… Not reaching… Already risen. Already home. Amen.
