YOU DON’T OWN IT

TITLE: YOU DON’T OWN IT
ARTIST: THE NAZARENE

[INTRO]

You said, “My car.”

“My house.”

“My phone.”

“My life.”

But everything you touch
is passing through your hands.

Listen.

[VERSE 1]

You bought a car, said, “That’s mine outside,”
but most days it sits while the years still slide.
You bought the option to travel the road,
but the thing has a journey you never controlled.

Iron from rocks, rubber from trees,
glass from sand, oil from seas.
Copper in wires, lithium flame,
factory hands gave the parts their name.

Then it came to you with a polished shine,
sat on the drive for a borrowed time.
MOT, tax, fuel, repair,
rust underneath in the open air.

Then one day keys leave your hand,
scrap yard waits like a judgement stand.
Parts get stripped, metal gets sold,
dust keeps preaching what the adverts never told.

That is one car, but the lesson expands,
a thousand small journeys inside your hands.
Phone, shoe, watch, coat, ring,
every owned thing is a travelling thing.

You call it yours because it paused with you,
but it came from earth and it’s passing through.
The truth is harder than the market song:
you never owned it, you held it long.

[HOOK]

You don’t own it,
you hold it for a day.
Dust keeps moving
while the world says stay.

Only Jesus saves.
Only Jesus saves.
Stuff cannot cleanse you,
things cannot raise.

God owns the breath,
God owns the ground.
Christ gives life
when the grave comes round.

[VERSE 2]

House made of timber, brick, stone, sand,
wired with metals from another land.
You sign the paper, call it your place,
but time moves in with a quiet face.

Paint starts peeling, pipes complain,
roof meets wind and walls meet rain.
Mortgage paid, but the body bends,
and the grave still waits when possession ends.

Clothes on hangers, shoes in rows,
screens in pockets with electric glow.
Every object has a birth and fall,
you are not lord over any of it all.

And you are travelling too, my friend,
from womb to dust, from breath to end.
Your bones are walking in borrowed skin,
and death keeps asking what lives within.

Vanity Fair blurs the real disease,
says, “Buy more comfort, chase more ease.”
But lack of stuff is not the deepest grief,
lack of life is the root beneath.

Sickness comes and the body shakes,
money stands silent when the heartbeat breaks.
Death is not solved by a faster machine,
or a bigger screen, or a cleaner routine.

Jesus came to confront the lie:
man owns nothing, and man will die.
What profits a soul with the world in hand,
if he loses life at the judgement stand?

[HOOK]

You don’t own it,
you hold it for a day.
Dust keeps moving
while the world says stay.

Only Jesus saves.
Only Jesus saves.
Cars cannot cleanse you,
cash cannot raise.

God owns the breath,
God owns the ground.
Christ gives life
when the grave comes round.

[BRIDGE]

Ownership says:

Mine.

Wisdom says:

Entrusted.

Vanity says:

Get more.

Jesus says:

What does it profit?

The grave says:

Return.

The Gospel says:

Rise.

[VERSE 3]

Jesus healed bodies to reveal the King,
opened blind eyes, made the lame feet spring.
Cleansed the leper, raised the dead,
fed hungry crowds with miracle bread.

But every sign was a doorway wide,
showing the deeper sickness inside.
Sin brought death into human breath,
and Christ came straight for the root of death.

He did not come with trinkets to sell,
not to decorate our road to hell.
He came as Life in a dying place,
truth in flesh with a human face.

At the Cross, all ownership died,
hands nailed open, no place to hide.
The One who owns the stars and seas
hung stripped bare for enemies.

Blood for the greedy, blood for the proud,
blood for the lost in the buying crowd.
Blood for the soul that clutched the earth,
atonement richer than all net worth.

They laid Him down in a borrowed grave,
but death cannot own the One who saves.
Third day morning, stone rolled wide,
Christ rose bodily, glorified.

Now hear Revelation’s thunder keys:
He holds Death and Hades with ease.
Not your account, not your estate,
Christ alone opens the final gate.

So use what you have, but worship none.
Give, forgive, follow the Son.
Steward the earth, but do not cling.
Dust is not God. Christ is King.

Repent and believe while breath remains,
leave the lie and drop the chains.
You don’t need more stuff to feel alive.
You need the risen Christ inside.

[FINAL HOOK]

You don’t own it,
you hold it for a day.
Dust keeps moving
while the world says stay.

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

God owns the breath,
God owns the ground.
Christ gives life
when the grave comes round.

[OUTRO]

Rocks to factory.

Factory to driveway.

Driveway to scrapyard.

Breath to dust.

But Christ is risen.

The keys are His.

Jesus is Lord.