COFFIN GOLD

COFFIN GOLD
THE NAZARENE

[INTRO]

Gold on the wrist.
Gold on the chain.
Gold on the coffin.
Still can’t pay.

One day the lights cut.
One day the breath folds.
Don’t lose your soul
for coffin gold.

[VERSE 1]

New suit clean and the shoes look bright,
phone flash pop when the room goes light.
Big smile wide but the heart stay cold,
man trade peace for a plated gold.

Watch face shine but it can’t stop time,
tick-tock preach with a silent chime.
Every second is mercy on loan,
dust got dressed and called it a throne.

Designer belt with the buckle all loud,
still one breath from the burial crowd.
Big talk, big plans, big flex, big name,
but the grave don’t rate postcode fame.

Hearse outside with the windows black,
same road out with no coming back.
Flowers fresh but the body stays still,
whole room quiet when the coffin gets filled.

You can buy the box, polish the lid,
can’t bribe God for the sin you hid.
Can’t send cash through the curtain of death,
can’t swipe card for another breath.

Timeline flooded with “gone too soon,”
then next week back to the same old tune.
That’s why I’m calling while mercy is near,
not panic, bro, but holy fear.

[HOOK]

Coffin gold, but the soul still poor,
designer tags can’t open that door.
Turn from sin while the blood still speaks,
Jesus saves all the lost who seek.

Coffin gold, but the grave won’t praise,
money can’t ransom your numbered days.
Come home now, let the old life fold,
Christ gives life beyond coffin gold.

[VERSE 2]

Culture said, “Glow up, chase that bag,”
hide the tears in a luxury tag.
Whole generation with a rented smile,
front row seat on a broad road mile.

Champagne clip and a caption clean,
but the soul got cracks that the world don’t see.
Private pain in a public glow,
white teeth hiding a war below.

You don’t own breath, you don’t own skin,
you don’t own time, you don’t own sin.
Can’t hold life with a diamond hand,
man is mist on a borrowed land.

Psalm said wealth can’t ransom the soul,
rich man dies and loses control.
Luke showed purple linen and flame,
Lazarus carried, mercy named.

Purple robe but an empty chest,
feasted daily, ignored distress.
Gate outside had a poor man low,
he had crumbs but the rich man no.

Then eternity opened the scene,
what looked blessed was never clean.
Hell is real, I say that with tears,
not with laughter, not with jeers.

Church mask won’t cover a dead heart’s rot,
God sees all that the camera forgot.
You can say “Lord” with a polished tone,
but saving faith bows at the Cross alone.

[HOOK]

Coffin gold, but the soul still poor,
designer tags can’t open that door.
Turn from sin while the blood still speaks,
Jesus saves all the lost who seek.

Coffin gold, but the grave won’t praise,
money can’t ransom your numbered days.
Come home now, let the old life fold,
Christ gives life beyond coffin gold.

[VERSE 3]

Here is the Gospel, no smoke, no show,
sin is the debt that we all must owe.
Holy God and a guilty race,
no clean hands without saving grace.

Jesus Christ came in human flesh,
true man breathing in the dust of death.
No sin in Him, no stain, no lie,
yet He came for the doomed to die.

Cross on His back, blood from His brow,
mercy was speaking then, mercy speaks now.
Nails went in and the sky turned dim,
judgement fell on the Lamb for sin.

He shed His blood for the sinner’s stain,
bore our curse, bore our shame.
Cried out loud, then gave His breath,
entered fully the valley of death.

They buried His body, the stone was sealed,
hope looked hidden, the wound looked real.
But the third day broke with a holy sound,
Jesus rose bodily out of the ground.

Not a myth, not a vibe, not a dream,
death got split by the risen King.
Repent and believe, don’t drift, don’t wait,
the broad road smiles but it ends at a gate.

Bring Him your pride, your greed, your lust,
bring Him the gold that is going to rust.
Bring Him your shame and the life you sold,
He gives white robes, not coffin gold.

[BRIDGE]

Mercy for the proud man.
Mercy for the broke soul.
Mercy for the rich girl
crying where nobody knows.

Blood for the guilty.
Grace for the cold.
Life in Jesus
beyond coffin gold.

Come while the door is open.
Come while your lungs still rise.
Come while the Spirit warns you.
Come while there’s tears in your eyes.

[FINAL HOOK]

Coffin gold, but the soul still poor,
designer tags can’t open that door.
Turn from sin while the blood still speaks,
Jesus saves all the lost who seek.

Coffin gold, but the grave won’t praise,
money can’t ransom your numbered days.
Come home now, let the old life fold,
Christ gives life beyond coffin gold.

[OUTRO]

Gold can’t save you.
The grave can’t hold Him.
Turn to Jesus
before the coffin closes.