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His Hand is Open

#christianrock #christianmetal #progressiverock This soaring progressive Christian rock anthem explores the profound theological contrast between rigid predestination and the liberating reality of free will and relational theology. For fans of philosophical rock and deep theological lyrics, the song captures the spiritual despair of feeling like a "puppet on a string" trapped under the "ceiling of stone" of a predetermined, "clockwork machine" universe. Breaking free from the concept of an unfeeling, marble deity, the track builds into a triumphant, high-energy revelation of a dynamic Creator who responds to our calls, takes risks for love, and steps off His throne to redeem our choices. With its powerful core message that the "ink is not dry," this song is a beautiful reminder to anyone wrestling with their faith that God's plan is not a scripted cage, but a living, breathing home. For all original lyrics and songs by Balance in Exile in several genres, click here.    • Balance in Exile - All Songs - All Genres   zhK2Y My Substack https://allenbagby.substack.com/ My fantasy fiction book Blood & Soul https://www.amazon.com/Blood-Soul-Cre... His Hand is Open by Balance in Exile His hand is open, the ink is not dry, The Son has a secret in the sky. The Spirit is moving on the inside The Spirit is rising, the tide is wide They said He drew up the blueprints before time began, A clockwork machine with a motionless plan. Every broken heart, numbered and weighed, Part of a drama that had already played. If God is marble and cannot be moved, Then the path that I walk is already grooved. The hand is open, the ink is not dry, The sun has a secret in the sky. The Spirit is moving on the inside The Spirit is rising, the tide is wide I fell to my knees in the dark of the night, I begged for a change, for a glimmer of light. But if the Decree is a ceiling of stone, Am I just a puppet on a string crying alone? Why would God listen? Why would He care? If the future is settled, my life is Despair. But then I saw the chance He was willing to take, A love that is real despite the choices I make! No, He is not a statue, He’s not the wall, He’s the one who responds to the sound of my call. He’s a God who can wonder, a God who can wait, Who steps off His throne to walk through hell’s gate. The Master of moments, the God of now, Who can redeem every sin with a blood-covered brow! His hand is open! The ink is not dry! (He will be your guide) His Son shows the secrets in the sky! (The future in Him to thrive!) The Spirit is moving on the inside The Spirit is rising, the tide is wide Balance in Exile © 2026 Allen G. Bagby