THE WATCHMAN ON THE WALL

TITLE: THE WATCHMAN ON THE WALL
ARTIST: THE NAZARENE

[INTRO]

Son of man,

I have made you
a watchman.

When you see the sword,

blow the trumpet.

Wake the city.

[VERSE 1]

Ezekiel stood where the warning burned,
prophet with a word that the people spurned.
If the sword came close and the horn stayed still,
blood would cry from the silent hill.

But if he blew and the city heard,
every soul stood under the word.
Warning is mercy before the night,
a trumpet blast before the blade bites.

Now bring that wall to the world we know,
screens glow bright while the storm winds blow.
War on the feed, famine in lands,
children in rubble with dust on hands.

Markets shake and the rich still feast,
fear-feed selling another beast.
Vanity Fair keeps the lights turned high,
drowning the trumpet with a lullaby.

Entertainment laughs while the clock runs down,
politics crowns another paper crown.
Tech builds towers with a Babel breath,
but none of those kingdoms can ransom death.

The watchman cries from the digital wall:
your soul is not safe in the system at all.
The sword outside is not all you fear,
God’s holy judgement is drawing near.

[HOOK]

Watchman on the wall,
blow the horn.
Wake up, city,
before the dawn.

Only Jesus saves.
Only Jesus saves.
No wall can hold
when the Judge opens graves.

Hear the trumpet.
Leave the night.
Run to the Cross
while mercy gives light.

[VERSE 2]

Some say warning is hatred in sound,
but love wakes sleepers when fire comes round.
If a house is burning and children sleep,
silence is cruelty dressed up deep.

God takes no pleasure in sinners’ death,
He calls, “Turn back while you still have breath.”
Why will you die with the trumpet near?
Why love the dark when the way is clear?

This is personal, listener, hear:
not just nations collapsing in fear.
Your private idols, your secret throne,
the sins you hide when you feel alone.

Your angry tongue, your lust-fed eye,
your polished excuse and your quiet lie.
Your envy dressed like ambition bright,
your pride disguised as “I know my rights.”

God’s law is holy, the record true,
and no public mask can cover you.
You do not need hype or moral repair,
you need atonement before God’s chair.

Deleted history cannot make clean,
religious image cannot redeem.
No follower count, no righteous pose,
can silence the guilt that Heaven knows.

So hear the horn before judgement falls.
Christ is still calling outside your walls.
Do not mistake patience for sleep.
The King sees all that the shadows keep.

[HOOK]

Watchman on the wall,
blow the horn.
Wake up, city,
before the dawn.

Only Jesus saves.
Only Jesus saves.
No gold can cleanse,
no brand can raise.

Hear the trumpet.
Leave the night.
Run to the Cross
while mercy gives light.

[BRIDGE]

The trumpet is not the sword.

The warning is not the wrath.

The call is mercy.

Wake up.

Turn back.

Come home.

[VERSE 3]

Jesus stood over Jerusalem’s stones,
weeping for hearts that rejected His throne.
The greater Watchman saw the flood,
then climbed the hill to pay in blood.

He did not merely shout from afar,
He entered the city beneath our scar.
He warned of hell, He healed the lame,
He called dead sinners by mercy’s Name.

Then empire, temple, crowd and lies,
lifted the Watchman under dark skies.
Nails through hands that had blessed the poor,
blood on the wood of the narrow Door.

At the Cross, the sword came down,
judgement fell on the thorn-crowned.
Christ bore the guilt of lawless men,
so rebels could turn and live again.

He cried, “It is finished,” the debt was paid.
They sealed Him cold where dead men stayed.
But third day thunder broke the stone,
the risen Watchman claimed His throne.

Now He sends warning with open grace:
repent and believe while there is space.
The trumpet sounds, the night is thin,
come from the fair, come out of sin.

Do not sleep through the final call.
The Son of Man stands over all.
The sword is real, but mercy is more.
Christ is the Ark and the open Door.

[FINAL HOOK]

Watchman on the wall,
blow the horn.
Wake up, city,
before the dawn.

Only Jesus saves.
Only Jesus saves.
His blood can cleanse,
His voice can raise.

Hear the trumpet.
Leave the night.
Run to the Cross
while mercy gives light.

[OUTRO]

I saw the sword.

I blew the horn.

The warning came.

The Cross is open.

Turn back.

Believe.

Jesus is Lord.