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Verse 1 Knowledge puffs up, but love builds the wall, Idols are nothing—One God over all. “We’re free to eat,” but freedom’s a test, For the weak might fall, though our hearts know best. Chorus If my plate becomes a stumbling stone, I’ll starve my pride, let love alone. For Christ died for them—how dare I boast? I’ll fast forever, save the one He loves most. Verse 2 Temples and feasts, meat offered in vain, But conscience is fragile, scarred by old chains. What’s harmless to me might wreck a soul, So I’ll lay my rights down, let mercy take hold. Bridge To wound a brother is to stab the King, His scars bleed louder than the rights we cling. No feast is worth a soul’s collapse— Love bends low, though knowledge stands tall. Chorus If my plate becomes a stumbling stone, I’ll starve my pride, let love alone. For Christ died for them—how dare I boast? I’ll fast forever, save the one He loves most. Outro Let love be the law, let grace be the feast, The weak lifted high, the strong serving the least. No idol, no meat, no “right” can compare— To the cross where love swallowed despair.