Philemon 2

I heard the chains rattle they told me your name

A runaway soul but the guilt stayed the same

The letter in my hand it's heavy like stone

Forgiveness a bridge when the heart feels alone

You left with the night took the weight of the blame

But grace calls louder it's a new kind of fame

Can a heart heal the cracks of a runaway’s shame

We're all prisoners here till love breaks the frame

He called you a brother not a thief in the dark

A bond of the spirit not a crime on the mark

What's owed is returned but the soul is the gift

The past is a mountain forgiveness the lift

You see it's not blood but the love that we share

Not law but redemption that answers the prayer

Every wrong has a price but the debt’s been erased

The ledger wiped clean by the ink of grace

Chains broken words unspoken

Grace like water the dam is open

Forgive and free that's the token

Chains broken chains broken

Yo I met a man shackled in the past

Carrying chains he thought would always last

Letters in his hands ink on the page

Words of freedom breaking bars of rage

Forgiveness ain't soft it's a bold move

Rewriting the script changing the groove

You wronged me once but now you're my kin

Grace flips the script let the healing begin

I see the weight you carried I know the cost

But love redeems what we thought we lost

A runaway soul now coming back home

Grace writes a story no man could have known

The past tried to hold us but it couldn't stay

New life blooms in the light of today

Philemon’s words they echo so true

We forgive we heal we start anew

This ain't just talk this is transformation

A bond deeper than any foundation

Brother to brother we let go of pride

Building a bridge where a chasm used to divide

Chains unbroken hearts wide open

Love speaks louder than the pain unspoken

We rise we mend we build again

Reconciled we're stronger than we've ever been

In Christ's embrace, where grace abounds,

No earthly chains or status sounds.

We shed the skin of pride and fame,

United by His holy name.

From every tribe and tongue we rise,

Reflecting love in humble eyes.

No rich, no poor, no slave, no free,

Just souls redeemed for eternity.

The cross reveals a level ground,

Where mercy's call is all around.

So let us break the walls within,

And let the true healing begin.

Embrace the stranger, lost and lone,

For in their hearts, Christ makes His throne.

In unity, our spirits blend,

As equals till the very end.

This is Philemon