Chains of Paper, Heart of Grace

Verse 1
I was born with a number, a name not my own,
Stamped on a paper, in ink and in stone.
The lawyers they whispered, “You’re bound by this brand,”
But I heard a voice calling from a freer land.

Chorus
Break the chains of paper, let the Spirit rise,
Grace like a river rolls under the skies.
No state-made fiction, no debtor’s disguise,
I’m a child of the Father with Christ by my side.

Verse 2
They told me I owed what I never had spent,
That my life was a bond for the state’s instrument.
But the cross stood before me, a ledger of light,
Where Christ marked “Forgiven” and set all things right.

Chorus
Break the chains of paper, let the Spirit rise,
Grace like a river rolls under the skies.
No state-made fiction, no debtor’s disguise,
I’m a child of the Father with Christ by my side.

Bridge
The law of the land wrote me down as a thing,
But heaven declared me an heir to a King.
The surname, the burden, it fell from my frame,
I walk now in freedom, redeemed by His name.

Final Chorus
Break the chains of paper, let the Spirit rise,
Grace like a river rolls under the skies.
No state-made fiction, no debtor’s disguise,
I’m a son/daughter of God, with Christ by my side.