Lyrics
I walked through night with shame for a crown,
Thinking grace was gone, bridges burned down.
I counted sins like stones in my chest,
Till His voice cut through, said, “Lay them to rest.”
No gate is locked that His blood unsealed,
No wound too deep that His hands won’t heal.
The gates are open, the scars still shine!
No sin outmatches the mercy divine.
The broken return, the weary are known—
The cross still calls, and the gates are home!
I’ve been the prodigal, covered in grime,
Feeding my heart on the world’s thin wine.
But even there, in the ash and ache,
I heard His love through the thunder break.
I’ve stood condemned in the mirror’s stare,
But He met my ruin with mercy there.
He lifted the dust, He named me son,
And heaven rejoiced—redemption has won.
No wall too high, no grave too deep!
The Shepherd still runs for the wandering sheep!
Every chain can snap, every soul can rise—
The gates of Heaven still split the skies!
No repentant sinner stands forever alone.
The flood of grace still overflows—
Heaven’s gates are never closed!
The gates are open, the scars still shine!
No sin outmatches the mercy divine!
Lift up your head—He calls your name,
Grace still burns in the crimson flame!
Come, all the broken, the heavy, the shamed,
The King still calls—you’re not the same.
The doors stand wide, the welcome sure—
For the blood still speaks: you’re made, pure
You’re…You’re made PURE!
AI-assisted, human-directed. Lyrics co-written with an AI assistant. The process