Unmerited fire — yeah, that’s grace in the flame, They said “earn your light,” I said “He already came.” They build ladders — He tore down frames, They sell mercy — He gave His name. I ain’t saved ‘cause I perform, I’m saved ‘cause grace rewrote my form. They want rituals, I want reform, God lit my soul — divine storm. They said “That grace too wild, it’s free,” I said “Exactly — it rescued me.” They said “That’s lazy theology,” I said “You mad ‘cause it’s God, not me.” They want pride to share the crown, Grace said, “Nah, I’ll tear that down.” You can’t mix law and love and sound — That’s noise — grace too profound. I’m fueled by faith, not fear, not fame, They play religion, I play flame. They want rules to know His name, But grace said “Cross,” and broke the chain. You can’t tax what’s freely sent, You can’t buy what blood has spent. They act holy for the rent, I walk holy ‘cause grace went. Unmerited fire — it burns through shame, It don’t need title, don’t need acclaim. They dress sin up, play that game, But grace saw through my hidden blame. You can’t stop what mercy fuels, It breaks the logic, rewrites rules. They said, “You fool,” I said, “Cool — God’s grace been slaying schools.” It ain’t fairness, it’s divine theft, He stole my sin, left no debt left. It’s scandalous love, holy heft, The world can’t measure what’s bereft. They want karma — God gives cross, They want merit — He calls loss. They preach balance — I preach cost, Grace wins where pride got tossed. Unmerited fire — eternal reign, Burns through guilt, burns through pain. You can’t boast — He owns the gain, You can’t judge what He ordained. They hate that mercy saves the worst, They want first — but He flips first. They want justice — He reversed, Their judgment seat — by grace dispersed. Grace ain’t weak — it’s nuclear truth, Melts the crown of self-proof. They hate that power’s in the youth, In sinners saved, now speaking proof. Unmerited — yeah, that’s the code, Grace unloads where sin corrode. It ain’t soft — it’s heaven’s mode, God’s math don’t fit your moral code. I’m that free man they call insane, ‘Cause I ain’t bound to fear or shame. They chase guilt — I chase His name, And grace keeps rewriting the game. So crucify my doctrine fine, You can’t kill what’s pure, divine. Grace ain’t law — it’s lifeline, The unearned spark that breaks mankind.
