Joppa and Caesarea (No Room For Pride)

[Verse 1] Heat on his neck, sky blazing white, Hunger in his bones, but God lit the fight. A sheet came down—wild things inside, And a voice cut sharp through Peter’s pride: “Rise and eat—don’t draw that line. What I call clean, don’t you malign.” But his fists held tight to an old disgrace, Blinded by law—and a tribal face. [Chorus] You can’t preach grace with a poisoned tongue, Can't lift the cross while you shun someone. If God broke down the gates of race, Don’t you rebuild them in His place. He said, “You better get clean to lead this fight— Ain’t no room for pride in the light.” [Verse 2] Boots hit dirt when the knock came loud, Three Gentile men, Peter drew a crowd. He went, but the weight still dragged behind— Thought salvation had a bloodline sign. But the Spirit dropped like holy rain, On foreign lips that praised His name. And Peter saw, with shattered frame, The grace he preached wore no last name. [Chorus] You can’t preach grace with a poisoned tongue, Can't lift the cross while you shun someone. If God broke down the gates of race, Don’t you rebuild them in His place. He said, “You better get clean to lead this fight— Ain’t no room for pride in the light.” [Bridge] It ain’t about meat or rule or day, It’s the hate that hides in what we say. When you call men dogs, but claim the Lamb, You're trading Christ for a tribal scam. But God don’t work in the walls we keep— He breaks ‘em down and walks in deep. [Final Chorus] So don’t draw lines where the truth runs wide, Don’t shut the door with your fear inside. If you wanna lead, then bend your knee— Repent, let go, and finally see. Yeah, you better get clean to lead this fight— And don’t you dare look back tonight.