THE COFFIN HAD NO POCKETS

THE COFFIN HAD NO POCKETS
THE NAZARENE

[INTRO]

Chain stayed here.
Watch stayed here.
Bank stayed here.
Soul went clear.

Gold got folded.
Breath got checked.
The coffin had no pockets
when death came to collect.

[VERSE 1]

Fresh black suit with the gold cufflinks,
whole room quiet while the old clock ticks.
Flowers on top and the cars out front,
but the soul left first when the last breath jumped.

Man chased paper till his heart turned stone,
built big barns like he owned his own.
Said, “Soul, relax, you’ve got years in store,”
God said, “Tonight,” and he had no more.

Watch on the wrist couldn’t buy one hour,
ring on the hand had no saving power.
Designer belt, but the breath still fled,
whole wardrobe full while the man lay dead.

You can flex online with the lights all bright,
but the grave comes plain in the cold midnight.
No receipt in the coffin, no brand, no check,
no card machine when the Lord inspects.

I’m not hating on blessing or honest bread,
but wealth can sleep in a dying bed.
If money is master, it owns your chest,
and the coffin had no pockets when you left.

[HOOK]

The coffin had no pockets, the chain stayed here,
watch stopped ticking when the end drew near.
Gold can’t speak when the books unfold,
run to Christ before the grave turns cold.

The coffin had no pockets, no cash, no crown,
death came in and the pride went down.
Turn from sin, let the old life die,
Jesus gives life that will never die.

[VERSE 2]

Psalm said riches can’t ransom a soul,
silver can’t pay when the grave takes toll.
Brother can’t purchase his brother back,
death don’t bargain with a money stack.

You leave the house, leave the keys, leave the whip,
leave the watch, leave the chain, leave the fit.
Leave the safe, leave the code, leave the land,
stand before God with an empty hand.

Culture preaches, “Get rich, stay seen,”
but the hearse don’t care for a luxury dream.
Same black road for the poor and the great,
same small box at the judgement gate.

Rich man lifted his eyes too late,
purple life could not change his fate.
Wanted one drop from a mercy stream,
but eternity answered what earth had seen.

Hell is real, don’t perfume that line,
sin is debt, and the debt comes signed.
God is holy, the books don’t blink,
every secret thought gets brought to the brink.

So don’t let coins put your soul to sleep,
don’t let status drag you deep.
The Cross still calls where the proud heart folds,
Christ is treasure that never grows old.

[HOOK]

The coffin had no pockets, the chain stayed here,
watch stopped ticking when the end drew near.
Gold can’t speak when the books unfold,
run to Christ before the grave turns cold.

The coffin had no pockets, no cash, no crown,
death came in and the pride went down.
Turn from sin, let the old life die,
Jesus gives life that will never die.

[VERSE 3]

See the King with no palace guard,
born in the low place, walking hard.
Foxes had holes and birds had rest,
Son of Man had no place for His head.

Still He owns every star in space,
yet came down low with a servant’s face.
Not for silver, not for fame,
but to buy lost souls with His holy Name.

They sold Him cheap, but His worth was vast,
thirty coins for the Lord held fast.
Hands that formed both gold and ground
were nailed to wood while the mockers crowned.

Blood ran down for the sinner’s debt,
mercy paid what we could not get.
He bore the wrath, He took the shame,
rose from the grave with life in His Name.

Now what can profit a man in the end,
if he gains the world but loses his breath?
What can he give for his soul that day,
when earth and its markets pass away?

Repent means drop what you made your lord,
lay down the idol, pick up the Word.
Believe means Christ is your only claim,
not your cash, not your works, not your name.

Bring Him your greed, your fear, your pride,
bring Him the hunger that wealth can’t hide.
Come with nothing, be made whole,
Jesus is treasure for the bankrupt soul.

[BRIDGE]

No pockets in the coffin.
No gold in the grave.
No crown at the judgement
unless Christ came to save.

Blood for the guilty.
Grace for the poor.
Life for the rich man
kneeling at the door.

Come while the door is open.
Come while your lungs still rise.
Come to the true Treasure.
Come to the Lord of Life.

[FINAL HOOK]

The coffin had no pockets, the chain stayed here,
watch stopped ticking when the end drew near.
Gold can’t speak when the books unfold,
run to Christ before the grave turns cold.

The coffin had no pockets, no cash, no crown,
death came in and the pride went down.
Turn from sin, let the old life die,
Jesus gives life that will never die.

[OUTRO]

Chain stayed here.
Watch stayed here.
Soul went clear.
Christ still calls.

The coffin had no pockets.
Run before the final fall.