THE LAST TEXT

THE LAST TEXT
THE NAZARENE

[INTRO]

One last text.
One missed call.
One more night.
Then silence falls.

Blue light fades.
Breath gets checked.
Don’t leave Christ
on the last text.

[VERSE 1]

Phone lit up with a late-night glow,
thumbs moved fast but the soul moved slow.
Mum said, “Call me when you get back,”
last text sat on a cracked screen black.

Man said “later,” girl said “soon,”
laughs still loud in a blue-lit room.
One more link, one more ride, one more flex,
death don’t wait for the next blue text.

You can leave man on read, that’s minor,
leave God’s call, that cuts finer.
Spirit been knocking through grief and dreams,
through funeral suits and hospital screens.

Heart felt pricked but you swiped away,
“Not tonight, maybe one day.”
But “one day” sinks where the cold ground keeps,
and the last unread message sleeps.

No shade on grief, I know tears land,
I’ve seen phones held in a shaking hand.
Whole room asking, “What did they say?”
while breath has gone where words can’t stay.

So hear this warning while the blood still speaks,
while your chest still moves and your knees ain’t weak.
Don’t wait for silence to make truth clear,
Jesus is calling while mercy is near.

[HOOK]

The last text sent, but the soul still stood,
blue ticks gone, but the Judge saw blood.
Don’t leave Christ on read tonight,
mercy still shines in the screen’s blue light.

The last text sent, but the grave don’t reply,
no new message when the body lies.
Turn from sin, let the old life die,
Jesus gives life that will never die.

[VERSE 2]

Timeline posted, “Gone too soon,”
sad song playing with a photo moon.
Same ones crying by the digital flame,
next week laughing at the Holy Name.

Not judging tears, but the mirror is cold,
how many warnings must a soul be told?
Every black suit, every lowered head,
is a sermon preached by the silent dead.

Hell is real, no caption can soften,
no hashtag helps in a sealed-up coffin.
God is holy, sin ain’t light,
secret dark comes into sight.

Search bar knows what the eyes went after,
group chat hides in nervous laughter.
Locked app, fake smile, clean fit, fresh,
God sees motive beneath all flesh.

You say, “I’m good,” but the heart plays tricks,
sin runs deep with expensive kicks.
You say, “Later,” but the clock won’t bend,
death don’t ask when your plans should end.

Rich man begged when the flame got close,
wanted one warning for the ones he loved most.
But Scripture had spoken while breath remained,
now his late plea could not break chains.

So don’t leave mercy blinking unread,
don’t scroll past Christ while your soul lies dead.
The Cross is calling through the noise and stress,
answer before the last text.

[HOOK]

The last text sent, but the soul still stood,
blue ticks gone, but the Judge saw blood.
Don’t leave Christ on read tonight,
mercy still shines in the screen’s blue light.

The last text sent, but the grave don’t reply,
no new message when the body lies.
Turn from sin, let the old life die,
Jesus gives life that will never die.

[VERSE 3]

Christ came down where the dust roads crack,
Word made flesh with the world on His back.
No sin in His breath, no stain in His mind,
yet He came for the guilty, the lost, the blind.

Hands that healed got nailed to wood,
holy blood fell where my guilt once stood.
Crown of thorns on the King of days,
wrath met mercy in crimson rays.

He cried “finished,” gave His breath,
stepped through the iron door of death.
They wrapped His body, sealed the stone,
left hope quiet in a grave alone.

But dawn broke gold and the earth confessed,
death lost grip on the Righteousness.
Body raised, scars still bright,
Jesus walked out holding life.

So don’t just like a Gospel post,
don’t just feel it and drift like smoke.
Repent means turn from the road of death,
believe means trust Him with your whole breath.

Bring Him the thread, the shame, the lie,
bring Him the fear you hide inside.
Bring Him the phone, the noise, the mess,
come before the last text.

[BRIDGE]

Mercy is calling.
Don’t leave it ringing.
Blood is still speaking.
Heaven is listening.

Grace for the guilty.
Life for the dead.
Christ at the door.
Don’t leave Him on read.

[FINAL HOOK]

The last text sent, but the soul still stood,
blue ticks gone, but the Judge saw blood.
Don’t leave Christ on read tonight,
mercy still shines in the screen’s blue light.

The last text sent, but the grave don’t reply,
no new message when the body lies.
Turn from sin, let the old life die,
Jesus gives life that will never die.

[OUTRO]

One last text.
One missed call.
One more breath.
Then judgement falls.

Answer Christ
while mercy calls.