Lyrics: ⸻ [Verse 1 – The Revelation] I didn’t learn this from mortal men, Nor from the scribes or their lawful pen. On Damascus road, His glory came down, Grace arrested my heart, turned it around. No man taught me, no hand ordained, The voice of Jesus called my name. By revelation His truth was shown, The gospel I preach is Christ alone. ⸻ [Chorus 1 – Three Years and Fifteen Days] Three years in the desert flame, Fifteen days with Peter’s name. Fourteen years by revelation’s way — Preparation’s never wasted days. Hidden seasons, silent cries, Under His hand the calling lies. Don’t push your way or chase your crown — It’s God who lifts and sets you down. ⸻ [Verse 2 – The Meeting of Men] To those of reputation I came one day, To share the message and hear them say: “The grace of God is on your voice, The Gentiles are your field and choice.” But there were spies among the crowd, Watching our freedom, speaking loud. They carried knives to cut again, But Christ has freed us from those chains. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus – The Knife of Bondage] No more shadows, no more fear, Put away your knives — the Cross is clear. No more law to mark the skin, The Spirit of grace now dwells within. ⸻ [Chorus 2 – Not Impressed] I don’t bow down to names or fame, God’s not impressed by earthly gain. The truth I carry, He gave to me, And truth stands tall in liberty. Three years of silence, fifteen in grace, Fourteen more before my place. Preparation carved in time, He makes all things by design. ⸻ [Bridge – The Hidden Years] In the hidden years when no one sees, He shapes the soul on bended knees. Don’t rush the call or force the plan, Wait on the voice of the Son of Man. He’ll call your name when seasons turn, Promotion’s not earned — it’s grace confirmed. The desert’s not wasted, it’s holy ground, Where purpose is forged and power found. ⸻ [Final Chorus – Raised in His Time] Three years, fifteen days, fourteen more, He opened the gate and showed the door. From the fire to the field, from test to flame, It’s not by might but in His Name. Preparation’s never lost or vain, He refines His vessels through waiting and pain. When it’s time, the Spirit will say, “Rise My child — this is your day.” ⸻ [Outro – Whisper & Choir] 🎶 Wait on the Lord… He will raise you up… In His time… in His way… Three years… fifteen days… fourteen years… Not one season thrown away… 🎶 (Choir echoes “It’s God who promotes…” as music fades into soft strings and reverb.)
