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Based on Col. 2:11-15. Suggested by ‪@innatsubear7409‬ Verse 1: Born in the flesh, hard heart like stone, Cut off from life, yet I walk full-grown, Guilt in my chest like it’s breaking my ribs, Cutting off skin can't remedy this. Dead in trespass, dead in the will, Running in darkness that never stands still, Debt on the record, permanent stain, Law on the table demanding my pain. Not by hand, nor a blade to the skin Deeper incision cutting through the sin, Buried with Him, in the grave I was laid, Raised through faith in the power displayed, God who raised Him now breathes in me, Grave clothes drop when He says, “Be free,” What I could never achieve or become— New heart beats by the work of the Son. Chorus: Finished the record, nailed to the tree, Canceled the debt that was crushing me, Disarmed every ruler, crushed their ring, Rose up in triumph—Christ is King. Grave turned garden, night turned spring, Chains hit the ground while the heavens sing, “It is finished”—the war bell rings, All hail the risen, reigning King. Verse 2: The charges were written with my name signed, Every command I had left behind, No negotiation under that Law, Every rebellion the Judge once saw. Wrath like a shadow over my head, Sentence declared on the spiritually dead, Accuser whispering, counting the cost, Line after line of what had been lost. But He took the scroll with the record aligned, Drove it through wood, left nothing behind, Nailed it there where His body was torn, Curse on His shoulders, crown of thorns, Blood on the ledger, balance erased, Justice and mercy perfectly placed, No hesitation, the curse demolished, Cemented with the cry, “It is finished," Chorus: Finished the record, nailed to the tree, Canceled the debt that was crushing me, Disarmed every ruler, crushed their ring, Rose up in triumph—Christ is King. Grave turned garden, night turned spring, Chains hit the ground while the heavens sing, “It is finished”—the war bell rings, All hail the risen, reigning King. Verse 3: Pharaoh’s chariots drowned in the sea, Armor and idols sank instantly, Babylon’s tower that scraped the blue, Scattered in tongues before it grew, Nebuchadnezzar boasting his fame, Grass in his mouth, stripped of his reign, Herod in robes that glittered bright, Struck down, devoured in public sight, Caesar demanding a godlike throne, Dust in the grave like any unknown, Pilate with water on trembling hands, Still couldn’t wash the blood on his hands. But at the cross they were stripped and displayed, Rulers and powers openly shamed, Triumphed over them, crushed their claim, Thrones brought low by a blood-bought reign, Stone rolled back and the grave split wide, Death faced its Master and death itself died, Every empire, every regime— Falls before the King Supreme. Chorus Finished the record, nailed to the tree, Canceled the debt that was crushing me, Disarmed every ruler, crushed their ring, Rose up in triumph—Christ is King. Grave turned garden, night turned spring, Chains hit the ground while the heavens sing, “It is finished”—the war bell rings, All hail the risen, reigning King. Verse 4: Once dead in sin, no pulse, no breath, Buried in guilt, baptized in death, Walking around but blind to the light, Slave to the flesh and chained to the night, No spark within that could make me rise, No ladder built to reach the skies, Dust to dust was the only refrain, Cycles of sorrow, failure, and shame. But God made alive together with Christ, Us raised from the grave by sovereign might, Every trespass fully forgiven, Old man buried, never risen, Life now surging where death had been, Union with Him, new life within, Work completed, nothing undone, Crown on His head—renewal begun. Chorus: Finished the record, nailed to the tree, Canceled the debt that was crushing me, Disarmed every ruler, crushed their ring, Rose up in triumph—Christ is King. Grave turned garden, night turned spring, Chains hit the ground while the heavens sing, “It is finished”—the war bell rings, All hail the risen, reigning King.