That's My Yawashai!

That's my Yahawashai, who bore the weight, Of my transgressions, in His body, so great, Bruised and beaten, for my sake, He stood, Shedding His blood, to absolve my guilt, as it withstood. With every lash, my sins were undone, With every thorn, my redemption was won, He carried the cross, for my sake, so true, To Calvary's hill, where my salvation shone through. His sacrifice, a testament to His love, A boundless devotion, sent from above, In His darkest hour, He thought of me, And in His resurrection, set me free. So when tribulation comes, as it surely will, And dreadful times, with persecution's chill, He'll be my refuge, my rock, my guiding light, My Yah, who died for me, will hold me tight. For how big is my situation, compared to His might? He who conquered death, will banish my night, In His presence, my fears will fade away, For That's my Yahawashai, who saved me, come what may. Through the valley of shadows, He'll walk with me, And in the fiery furnace, He'll set me free, He'll be my comforter, my healer, my friend, Together we'll journey, until the very end. With every step, I'll follow Him, Through the trials and the triumphs, I'll cling to Him, For He's the author of my faith, the finisher too