In The Name Of Yah

In the sacrosanct name of Yahawashai, I invoke the divine, A power that transcends the mundane, and makes the impossible shine. By the auspices of Jesus, the Christ, the Anointed One, I claim the promises of old, and seal my fate, forever won. Like Joshua, I'll shout, and the walls of Jericho will fall, Their rubble, a testament to faith, that conquers all. With a mere gesture, I'll strike the waters, and the Jordan's stream, Will part, revealing a pathway, to the Promised Land's esteem. Manna will descend, like celestial dew, Sustaining me, in the wilderness, where others might succumb anew. In Egypt's land, where bondage reigned, I'll find liberation, and my spirit will not be restrained. In the belly of the fish, where Jonah dwelled, I'll discover solace, and a refuge, where my soul can yell. Though cast into the fiery furnace, like Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, I'll emerge unscathed, untouched, and aglow. For in the name of Yahawashai, lies the power to restore, To resurrect, to revive, and to make whole, once more. It's time for breakthrough, for shackles to be broken, For the impossible to become possible, and for dreams to be unspoken. Where others said we'd never reach, we'll surpass, and exceed.