Unnumbered Man

An alternative country rock ballad, male solo, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, violin, harp, flute

Chorus
We trust in God to give our bread, He feeds the sparrow’s needs,
I’ll never bow to Mammon’s voice, nor take the beast’s decree.
The world may call it security, but Heaven calls it chains—
No number marks the faithful; God knows His own by name.

Verse 2
When the towers fell, a bill was passed, slipped in under the radar,
A mandate made to save the land—though freedom’s price was higher.
The prophet wrote in ancient days, the warning carved in stone,
Revelation thirteen told us where the beast would make his throne.

Bridge
Forty-two months the beast shall reign, its power dark and bold,
Six hundred, three score and six will mark the curse untold.
They say you need it for the banks, for bread or hands to trade,
But faith in gold is dust and ash—the soul’s what God has weighed.

Verse 3
The Watchman bowed his head, his path so clear to see,
“Security on earth,” he said, “is not eternity.
I don’t condemn the blinded hearts who follow what they’re told,
But I have read the ancient Word, and I know where I’ll go.”

Outro
The mark has not yet come, my friend, but the numbers claim their hold,
In faith, I’ll walk through fire and storm, unnumbered, brave, and bold.

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Verse 1 The Watchman stood before the hill, his voice was clear and true, “I was born a free man here, but my home’s beyond the blue. No paper holds my freedom, no number seals my name, I’m a citizen of Heaven, and I’ll never play their game.” Chorus We trust in God to give our bread, He feeds the sparrow’s needs, I’ll never bow to Mammon’s voice, nor take the beast’s decree. The world may call it security, but Heaven calls it chains— No number marks the faithful; God knows His own by name. Verse 2 When the towers fell, a bill was passed, slipped in under the radar, A mandate made to save the land—though freedom’s price was higher. The prophet wrote in ancient days, the warning carved in stone, Revelation thirteen told us where the beast would make his throne. Bridge Forty-two months the beast shall reign, its power dark and bold, Six hundred, three score and six will mark the curse untold. They say you need it for the banks, for bread or hands to trade, But faith in gold is dust and ash—the soul’s what God has weighed. Chorus We trust in God to give our bread, He feeds the sparrow’s needs, I’ll never bow to Mammon’s voice, nor take the beast’s decree. The world may call it security, but Heaven calls it chains— No number marks the faithful; God knows His own by name. Verse 3 The Watchman bowed his head, his path so clear to see, “Security on earth,” he said, “is not eternity. I don’t condemn the blinded hearts who follow what they’re told, But I have read the ancient Word, and I know where I’ll go.” Outro The mark has not yet come, my friend, but the numbers claim their hold, In faith, I’ll walk through fire and storm, unnumbered, brave, and bold. Chorus We trust in God to give our bread, He feeds the sparrow’s needs, I’ll never bow to Mammon’s voice, nor take the beast’s decree. The world may call it security, but Heaven calls it chains— No number marks the faithful; God knows His own by name.

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