No Offense Taken (Let the Paper Pay)

Verse 1
They can stamp it, seal it, file it,
All the papers they parade.
But I walk in grace and silence,
Not in titles man has made.
They send letters, fees, and warnings,
Like a storm against my door—
But I serve the King eternal,
Not the clerk on the courthouse floor.

Chorus
No offense taken, no claim made,
You can bill that name on the paper page.
I’m a pilgrim passing—Christ is my state,
And the birth-bond fiction can bear its weight.
No persona claim, so the charge won’t stand—
Let the paper pay what the paper planned.
I’m a soul made free, by the Lamb who saves,
Let the birth-certificate take the state’s offense today.

Verse 2
They say “Sir, you owe a balance,”
But they speak to ink, not me.
For the One who split the darkness
Paid my debt eternally.
I don’t answer to their fiction,
I don’t fight their legal storm—
If they made a little idol,
Let them serve what they perform.

Chorus
No offense taken, no claim made,
You can bill that name on the paper page.
I’m a pilgrim passing—Christ is my state,
And the birth-bond fiction can bear its weight.
No persona claim, so the charge won’t stand—
Let the paper pay what the paper planned.
I’m a soul made free, by the Lamb who saves,
Let the birth-certificate take the state’s offense today.

Bridge
For a name in ink cannot bleed,
And a file cannot kneel or pray;
So let Caesar mind his registry,
I follow Christ, Yahweh.
No wrath, no fear, no argument—
Just peace He gave, I keep.
The shepherd guards His living sheep,
Let lawyers watch their sheep of sheets.

Final Chorus
No offense taken, no claim made,
You can bill that name on the paper page.
I walk by grace, I stand by faith,
And I leave their debts in the legal grave.
No persona claim, no surety chain—
Let the ledger hold their legal name.
I’m alive in Christ, and free by grace,
Let the paper face the paper’s case.

Tag
Not a servant to their fiction—
Not a debtor to their scheme;
Let the state keep its invention—
I belong to the King of Kings.