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Hukuta Ongelmat & Hanki Uudet Feat. Sairas †

A song from our forthcoming album "VEILS" on A Bruised Reed records. This song is about abusive partners,

Intro
Low lights, slow sirens, broken plates and prayers
Cold night, soul silent, hope fights through the stares
No rights? Wrong. Heaven writes warrants in the air
Torchlight—truth finds footprints under every chair

Verse
You preach peace, beat fists, scripture on your breath
Kiss cross, twist laws, terror in your step
Thin gloss, thick loss—child hides beneath the bed
God sees, heart bleeds—every secret you’ve fed
You quote love, choke love, holy-tone disguise
Stone-cold, control—fear patrols their eyes
False king, small ring—rage in Sunday clothes
Dark gin, hard grin—wolf scent in the rose
Hands like handcuffs clack on dinner plates
Bruise-blue hymns hum under window drapes
But thunder remembers names the night forgets
And justice loads the dawn with righteous bayonets
You’re not head of the house, you’re a furnace of lies
Heaven’s gavel is heavy—watch the verdict arise

Chorus
No more fists in the Father’s house—let the chains unbind
Every cry is a courtroom light, every tear a sign
Hands that harm will harvest harm—truth will draw the line
For the little ones and beaten ones, refuge is divine
Millstones for the predators, oceans for their pride
Mercy wraps the wounded ones; the Lord is on their side
No more fists in the Father’s house—let the church reply
Justice like a thunderstorm rolling from the sky

Verse
You wave flags, grave rags, politics for pulpits
Spare change, strange pain, doctrine as a culprits’
You call it discipline—God calls it a sin
You claim you’re shepherding—He calls it a pen
Ears ring, fear sings—children learn to flinch
Cheap grace, deep waste—faith reduced to wince
But the text says love your wife like your very breath
Not with weaponized verses or a threat of death
Don’t provoke the child—raise in truth and care
If you can’t guard your own, your faith is thin as air
He hates hands that glow with innocent blood
He breaks yokes, makes oaths, floods abusers’ flood
He’s a refuge for the crushed, a fortress for the bruised
He reclaims every voice that violence tried to lose

Chorus
No more fists in the Father’s house—let the chains unbind
Every cry is a courtroom light, every tear a sign
Hands that harm will harvest harm—truth will draw the line
For the little ones and beaten ones, refuge is divine
Millstones for the predators, oceans for their pride
Mercy wraps the wounded ones; the Lord is on their side
No more fists in the Father’s house—let the church reply
Justice like a thunderstorm rolling from the sky

Bridge
Let justice roll like waters through the living room
Let righteousness like rivers wash the hidden gloom
The widow and the orphan—God is sworn to stand
He hears, He heals, He holds with an open hand
Exodus in footsteps, doors become the sea
Chains fall, faith calls, “Child, you’re coming free”

Chorus
No more fists in the Father’s house—let the chains unbind
Every cry is a courtroom light, every tear a sign
Hands that harm will harvest harm—truth will draw the line
For the little ones and beaten ones, refuge is divine
Millstones for the predators, oceans for their pride
Mercy wraps the wounded ones; the Lord is on their side
No more fists in the Father’s house—let the church reply
Justice like a thunderstorm rolling from the sky

Outro
We lift a lamp, we lock the door on wolves in suits
We shield the lambs, proclaim the Judge who routes the brutes
From ashes into armor, every scar becomes a sign
In the Church of the New Millennium—love’s the battle line

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