Before the Ink Could Claim Me

Verse 1
In a bright cold room where the machines all hummed,
Little life lay swaddled ‘neath the hospital sun.
Nurse reached down with a tag and code,
Registrar ready with a name to load.
But Heaven stirred first, and a whisper came,
Before they pressed that borrowed name.

Chorus
Before the ink could claim me,
Before the paper framed me,
I spoke with truth God placed in me,
Said “I belong to the Lord who made me.”
You can write your lines and numbers,
But the Spirit breaks your chain—
Before the ink could claim me,
I spoke the holy name.

Verse 2
Pen froze still in the doctor’s hand,
Clerk stared down, couldn’t understand.
“Just a number,” they softly sighed,
But Heaven’s child opened His eyes.
“I ain’t your person, I ain’t your debt,
God breathed this life, don’t you forget.”

Chorus
Before the ink could claim me,
Before the paper framed me,
I spoke with truth God placed in me,
Said “I belong to the Lord who made me.”
You can write your forms and codes, sir,
But my soul you won’t contain—
Before the ink could claim me,
I spoke the holy name.

Bridge
Oh the lights flickered low,
Barcodes started to fall,
Forms turned empty like dust on the wall.
For the Lamb writes life,
And no lawman can bind,
What the Father in Heaven
Already signed.

Verse 3
Nurse stepped back, clerk bowed his head,
Silent hearts where fear once led.
Bracelet slipped, and the page turned white,
Truth had spoken God’s own right.
“Your system needs belief,” cried the newborn's soul,
But God called me His—He’s in control.

Chorus (Final)
Before the ink could claim me,
Before the paper framed me,
I spoke with truth God placed in me,
Said “I belong to the Lord who made me.”
Let the world stamp forms forever,
But Heaven knows my name—
Before the ink could claim me,
Christ already came.

Tag
Only God writes who I am,
Born of dust, breathed by the Lamb.
This child of grace can’t be chained,
Truth spoke first—His life remains.