“No More B.C. On My Stone”

(Verse 1)
I walked through the garden of granite and names,
Cold stones whisper dates the world proclaims.
They mark the flesh, not the soul reborn,
B.C. births carved where grace was torn.
But the Spirit said, “Son, lift your eyes,
That name of law and dust now dies.”

(Chorus)
No more B.C. on my stone!
I’m A.D. born, I’m Heaven’s own.
By water and the Spirit’s flame,
Christ wrote my life in His own name.
The world can keep its numbered scroll,
My tomb’s a mirror, but God’s got my soul.

(Verse 2)
I saw my surname fading away,
The seal of Caesar couldn’t make me stay.
April seven marked the clay,
But October twelve washed death away.
The cross was the ledger, the blood was the pen,
Grace signed me out of that grave again!

(Chorus)
No more B.C. on my stone!
I’m A.D. born, I’m Heaven’s own.
By water and the Spirit’s flame,
Christ wrote my life in His own name.
The world can keep its numbered scroll,
My tomb’s a mirror, but God’s got my soul.

(Bridge – Call and Response)
Leader: They say “Rest in Peace!”—
Choir: But I rise in Christ!
Leader: They mark a date—
Choir: But I live in Light!
Leader: The stone says dead—
Choir: The Lamb says free!
Leader: From Adam’s debt—
Choir: To Eternity!

(Verse 3)
Now every stone that lacks “A.D.”
Is proof of man’s old slavery.
But the saints are born from above again,
Their names inscribed where death can’t reign.
When Christ arose, the calendar turned,
And the will of God forever burned!

(Final Chorus)
No more B.C. on my stone!
I’m A.D. born, I’m Heaven’s own.
The Roman law has lost its claim,
The Lamb of God erased my name.
Now paradise walks where graves once rolled—
My tomb’s a mirror, but God’s got my soul!