Stand and Burn

I tore my robe, I cursed the dust

Face-down prayers in broken trust

But Heaven roared: "Enough — get up!"

The rot's not Ai. The rot is us

Righteous wrath will not relent

While stolen gold sleeps in the tent

He won't bless what He'll destroy

Until we purge the stolen joy

Stand and burn what you buried in secret

Torch the idol or fall by the flame

Grace is not your mask for treason

It's the flood that drowns the shame

Stand up! This sin must die!

Ashes scream His holy name

"I saw, I coveted, I took"

The oldest lie since Eden's start

I hid the curse beneath my floor

Like God can't see beneath the dark

Don't blame the battle, blame the breach

The broken vow, the hidden thief

Blood cries louder than retreat

Truth won't kneel to false relief

Stand and burn what you buried in secret

Torch the idol or fall by the flame

Grace is not your mask for treason

It's the flood that drowns the shame

Stand up! This sin must die!

Thirty-six fell at the gate

Blood on the stones for a buried crate

One man's gold, a nation's grave

The camp that conquered now the slaves

The stones piled high in Achor's mouth

The fire took what we wouldn't give

But trouble's valley cracks wide open

A door of hope where death once lived

Stand and burn what you buried in secret

Torch the altar of your pride

Let the blaze become your witness,

God is holy, and He divides

Stand up! This sin must die!