

Prompt / Lyrics
Verse 1 I met a young man on a broken road Where the dust hangs thick and the nights run cold Pakistan sun beatin’ on brick and bone Cross in his heart, but he walks alone Christian faith where it ain’t safe to say The name of Jesus in the light of day But he don’t whisper, he don’t retreat He plants his boots in the broken street ⸻ Verse 2 Men work six days, sometimes seven straight Borrow a little just to eat and wait One bad fever, one hungry child And that debt owns them mile by mile Contracts tight like iron rings Boss holds paper like it’s everything Looks like work, but it ain’t free Just modern chains callin’ slavery ⸻ Chorus He says You don’t have to be a victim When you’re already a Victor, son World’s report says you’re stuck right here God says freedom’s already won You gotta choose which voice you listen To when the night gets thick and hard Worldly words or the Godly truth Written in the scars ⸻ Verse 3 Boxes of Hope on a Christmas morn Thirty families fed, weary and worn Christian, Muslim, hungry the same Bread don’t ask you your last name Jesus fed crowds who didn’t agree Still broke the bread, still set ‘em free Love don’t check what side you’re on It just shows up and keeps movin’ on ⸻ Chorus (Repeat) ⸻ Bridge He says if Heaven had a front porch light And God had a screen burnin’ through the night Your picture wouldn’t be lost or small It’d be right there—home screen and all You’re seen when you feel forgot You’re chosen when the world says not ⸻ Verse 4 Now he’s raisin’ funds, not raisin’ hell To buy folks back from a livin’ cell Motorbike keys, taxi rig A chance to work free, dream big No factory boss, no chain in sight Just honest work and a way to fight A man with faith and a steady hand Buildin’ freedom in a broken land ⸻ Final Chorus (Big, Slow Burn) You don’t have to be a victim When you’re already a Victor Believe the Godly report, my friend When the world paints somethin’ darker Chains fall quiet when truth gets loud Hope rides in on dusty roads Freedom don’t come easy, no But it comes when faith holds ⸻ Outro He don’t preach comfort. He preaches freedom. (Steel guitar fade. Boots on gravel.)
Tags
Male, outlaw country, steel guitar, fiddle
4:27
No
12/27/2025