“Born Not in Babylon”


Verse 1
They hung up lights on a winter lie,
Put His holy name in a Roman sky,
Called it joy, called it peace,
But it smells like incense to a pagan feast.
No cradle date, no December claim,
Just Nimrod’s fire dressed up in His name.

Verse 2
Golden calves got evergreen skins,
Old gods smile when the church walks in,
Sun god birthday, Saturn’s reign,
Wrapped in red with a cross in vain.
They say it’s harmless, say it’s love,
But truth don’t bend to the stars above.

Chorus
He wasn’t born in Babylon,
Didn’t come wrapped in Caesar’s song,
You can’t mix light with a borrowed throne,
Jesus Christ stands holy alone.
Call it tradition, call it cheer—
But don’t drag my Lord through pagan years.


Verse 3
Early saints didn’t deck no tree,
They broke bread under threat, not glee,
No mistletoe, no sacred pine,
Just scars, chains, and borrowed time.
They greeted peace, they walked in truth,
Not empire feasts in borrowed proof.

Verse 4
Rome couldn’t kill Him with nail or spear,
So it crowned Him once a year,
Changed the calendar, changed the song,
Called it worship—but something’s wrong.
When Christ gets framed by empire lore,
That ain’t Bethlehem—it’s war.

Chorus
He wasn’t born in Babylon,
Didn’t rise through a pagan dawn,
You can’t crown Truth with a sun god’s crown,
That throne belongs to heaven, not town.
You say “Merry,” but heaven hears,
“Who do you serve?” when conscience clears.


Bridge 
They say, “God knows my heart.”
Yeah… He does.
That’s why He said,
“Come out from among them.”
Not decorate it.
Not baptize it.
Come out.

Verse 5
Truth don’t need a holiday,
It walks upright every day,
No evergreen can replace the cross,
No seasonal cheer can cover the cost.
If He’s your King, then hear His call—
You can’t serve Him and Babylon.

Final Chorus
He wasn’t born in Babylon,
Didn’t bow to the world’s applause,
If you love Him, stand up clear,
Don’t sell His name for once-a-year.
Let the lights go dark, let truth appear—
Jesus Christ don’t share His glory here.


Outro (Slow Fade)
So I’ll greet you in peace, not empire cheer,
Not Merry Rome, not Saturn’s year,
I won’t curse you—I’ll warn you plain:
Truth and idols don’t share a name.