(Verse 1)
Every soul that ever walked this earth, every child beneath the sun,
Came into this world with more than one name before their race was run.
A first to call them home, a last to mark the blood they came from,
So tell me why the highest throne still hides behind just one?
They tell me, “Bow your head in faith. Don’t ask what can’t be known.”
But questions echo louder than the silence from the throne.
If every page remembers kings, the prophets, saints, and thieves,
Then why’s the greatest name of all the one they never speak?
(Pre-Chorus)
I’m not trying to start a war.
I’m just searching for the truth.
If You know the number of every star,
Why can’t I know You?
(Chorus)
What’s Your name?
Not the title carved in stone.
Not the word we’ve used so long
That it sounds like You were born alone.
What’s Your name?
The one before the sky was lit.
If Jesus Christ was called Your Son,
Then who are You beyond all this?
I’ve been calling through the dark,
Still waiting for an answer to remain.
If every father has a name…
Tell me Yours.
(Verse 2)
They say, “Jesus Christ.” I know that name. The story’s always clear.
A son who walked through flesh and time so love could conquer fear.
But sons don’t erase fathers. They don’t make their names disappear.
So why’s the world’s biggest mystery the one we never hear?
People shout “Jesus Christ!” when lightning splits the night,
Or when something shakes them to the bone and steals the air from life.
Some cry it out in wonder. Some scream it out in pain.
But I keep asking something different. Tell me Your own name.
(Bridge)
Maybe I’ve been taught to fear the questions in my soul.
Maybe truth was never threatened by a heart that wants to know.
I’m not asking out of hatred. I’m not reaching out in spite.
I’m just standing in the silence, looking for the light.
(Final Chorus)
What’s Your name?
The first… the last… the one between.
The name before creation breathed,
The name no eyes have truly seen.
If every life is written down,
If every heartbeat leaves a trace,
Why would the Author of it all
Leave His own name without a face?
Until the heavens speak it plain,
I’ll keep singing through the rain.
Not to curse… not to blame…
Just to ask…
What’s Your name?
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