Poetry in Motion

By

Kerrie French

(Aided by AI)

 

The Missed Musical Beat

In an orchestra grand, where symphonies swell,
Musicians prepare, each note they must tell.
The conductor’s baton, a guide to their play,
Ensures perfect timing, come night or day.

Yet one violinist, is eager and ardent,
Plays a bit early, unseen but discordant.
His notes, though correct, disrupt the grand sound,
Create disharmony that echoes around.

The melody falters, the harmony wanes,
What should have been music, now only strains.
For playing the right notes, but out of time’s place,
Leaves the whole orchestra, in disjointed disgrace.

So with the Sabbath, a rhythm divine,
Measured from Full Moons, YAH’s celestial design.
To count from a day, fixed by human decree,
Is to miss the true beat, as all will agree.

Just as each musician, must follow the lead,
We, too, must align with Yah’s heavenly creed.
The Full Moon marks the start, the Sabbath’s true guide,
In full light we find rest, with our Creator abide.

Each seventh-day beckons, a call to unwind,
A time for reflection, for heart, and for mind.
But if we miscount, with a cycling week,
 The seven-day rhythm is all up a creek.

The harmony lost, the discord it brings,
A symphony of life with out-of-tune strings.
For rest and for worship, the timing is key,
To join in the cadence of eternity.

The conductor, our Maker, with wisdom, does guide,
His baton is the moon, through phases it glides.
Each cycle begins, a fresh count anew,
To find the seventh day, in its light, we pursue.

As musicians in life, we must heed the call,
To play in His timing, to rise and to fall.
For in the divine beat, our souls find their peace,
In sync with the heavens, our worries release.

So listen, oh hearts, to the rhythm so pure,
The full New Moon’s light, His path to ensure.
Align with its brilliance, count each day with care,
And find the true Sabbath, in His rest we share.

In the symphony of life, let’s play our part,
In tune with Yah’s heavens, with all of our heart.
For only in harmony, with our Creator’s plan,
Can we find true rest, as it was meant for man.

The missed beat reminds us, the lesson is clear,
To follow YAH’s rhythm, with reverence and cheer.
The full New Moon’s count, with little more than a blink,
In faithful worship, our souls are in sync.

 

 

Established Forever Like the Moon

The full moon ascends, a silver glow,
In the night’s embrace, a sacred show.
Established in the heavens high,
YAH’s east-west witness in the sky.

The Sabbath, marked by lunar phase,
A rhythm from the ancient of days,
Not by the man-made, solar count,
But by the moon, as paramount.

“Established forever,” the Psalmist plays,
Like the moon, syncing holy days,
A timepiece in the starry dome,
A guide unto YAH’s eternal throne.

The seventh day, His Sabbath rest,
Found in the cycle, divinely blessed,
Not in the week of human plan,
But in the light, where truth began.

The full moon calls, the month anew,
A sign, a beacon, clear and true,
The Sabbath starts its sacred course,
From its Maker, its only source.

“But all that’s hidden shall be revealed,”
In light, where truth is unconcealed,
Ephesians speaks of light’s embrace,
Revealing all with holy grace.

Sun, moon, and stars, in cosmic dance,
Not born of fate, nor of mere chance,
But woven in the fabric tight,
Of YAH’s design, both day and night.

The Sabbath, not by Rome’s decree,
But by the moon, YAH’s time shall be,
From Egypt, Babylon, and Rome’s strong chain,
The faithful leave, His truth to gain.

Philo spoke of New Moon’s day,
The start of which all shall obey,
A festival, a day of light,
Following after full moon’s night.

The ancients knew the lunar way,
The Sabbath’s found in moon’s array,
Four weeks that cycle, pure and bright,
From full to full moon in our sight.

The Hebrew calendar once did bind,
Sun, moon, and stars, all intertwined,
But now it’s bent to man’s design,
Forsaking what was once divine.

But in the night, the truth remains,
In moonlit paths and starry lanes,
A witness to the time of old,
When Sabbaths were by moon foretold.

No earthly power can alter this,
The lunar cycle’s timeless kiss,
A Sabbath, pure, untouched by man,
Ordained by YAH when time began.

Rome’s Nicaean Council’s sway,
Did lead the world another way,
Yet those who seek the ancient path,
Will find YAH’s Sabbath, by moon’s math.

The Pharisees and Talmud’s lore,
Have changed the ways that went before,
But in the heavens, YAH’s decree,
Remains for all eternity.

From the full moon’s eternal phase,
The Sabbath shines forth in endless days,
A testament, a light so true,
Established in the sky’s deep blue.

So let us follow where it leads,
The moon, the stars, YAH’s ancient creeds,
For in their light, we find the way,
To honor YAH, as potter’s clay.

In its absence, no greater loss,
It’s forever established, like a boss,
A witness in the sky above,
A symbol of YAH’s endless love.

Psalms 104:19; Genesis 1:14; Leviticus 23; Isaiah 66:23;
Ezekiel 46:1-3; Psalms 7:20.

 

A Spoken Sapphire

A sapphire rests within my hand,
A stone from Eden’s early land,
Its deep blue hue, a silent voice,
It whispers, urging me, “Rejoice!”

The teacher’s eyes, so earnest bright,
Revealed the gem’s true, sacred light.
“It’s not the stone, its value rare,
But what it speaks, great words to bear.”

From Hebrew roots, the meaning flows,
“Saphar” declares, the word bestows,
A voice to speak, a truth to tell,
A treasure more than gems compel.

Every word from YAH’s sacred throne,
Is precious as this sapphire stone,
A spoken jewel, a gift divine,
To those who need His light to shine.

“Your words,” he said, “must be the same,
As sapphires pure, in YAH’s blessed name,
For when you speak, let truth impart,
A jewel to heal the broken heart.”

No riches needed, just the will,
To speak with grace, the heart to fill,
With words of mercy, strength, and peace,
To help the bonds of sorrow cease.

So every sentence, every phrase,
Becomes a sapphire in His ways,
A gem of love, a gift of hope,
To help the weary soul to cope.

Let not corrupt words cross your lips,
But only those that grace equips,
For every word that you bestow,
Must shine with Heaven’s gentle glow.

Speak psalms and hymns, and songs of praise,
In every moment, all your days,
Let melody within your heart,
From YAHUAH’s joy, to impart.

With kindness etched upon your face,
And speech seasoned with holy grace,
Let every answer that you give,
Reflect the way you choose to live.

For if you speak, let the truth be heard,
As oracles of YAH’s sacred Word,
In all you do, in every breath,
Proclaim His glory unto death.

In His hands, we are His jewels,
To reach the lost as sacred tools.
Of treasure, gold, or diamond’s gleam,
We are His crown, His chosen theme.

On that great day, we’ll shine as bright,
As sapphires in the morning light,
His flock, His gems, His precious few,
Will rise, adorned with Heaven’s hue.

So speak with care, and speak with love,
To honor YAHUAH, who guides from above,
For every word, a sapphire clear,
Will bless the ones who need to hear.

And in the end, when all is told,
These spoken gems, more prized than gold,
Will bear the mark of YAHUAH’s hand,
As treasure in His promised land.

Ephesians 4:29; 5:19; Colossians 4:6;
1 Peter 4:11; Proverbs 15:1, Proverbs 25:11.

Three Hundred Forty-Nine Recorded New Moons

Three hundred forty-nine times bright,
The New Moon shines in Scripture’s light.
Chodesh, a sign in Yahuah’s plan,
Beacons each month in Heaven’s span.

Not solar, but lunar all the way,
Each month starts the new moon’s display.
The first day is marked with Full Moon’s ascent,
From the EAST ordained and divinely sent.

YAH’s timepiece signal through the night,
Sets each month’s start at the next sunlight.
It ordains the course for sacred days,
And guides our feet in His holy ways.

The rhythm of the moon is pure,
A constant sign that will endure,
From ancient days, YAH’s time is found,
Where Scripture’s truth and light abound.

Like a rope with ends impart,
Chodesh renews each new month’s start.
The Full Moon marks its renewal thread,
A sacred rhythm, divinely spread.

Four weeks of seven form its span,
A steady course in YAH’s great plan.
And like the rope’s unbroken line,
The month concludes, and its days align.

No Roman rule, no solar scheme,
But Yah’s timepiece is His ancient theme.
For every end, both first and last,
Binds heaven’s truth to ages past.

Return to YAH’s unyielding cord,
Where time is set on His accord.
The Full Moon path, so bright, so clear,
Restores our steps to draw us near.

Return to paths where moonlight gleams,
And find the source of sacred dreams.

 

A Song of Eternal Light

Let there be lights within the heavens’ span,
To separate the day from the dark of night,
For signs and mo’eds, days and years to plan,
From New Moon dates, our Sabbaths take their flight.
Genesis 1:14

It shall be established forever, like the moon,
A faithful witness in the sky’s embrace,
A testament to time’s unending tune,
In silver glow, Yah’s promises we trace.
Psalms 89:37

Yet, “When will the New Moon pass?” they cry,
“To trade our corn, to sell our wheat,”
But in their hearts deceitful shadows fly,
They falsify, and with weighted measures cheat.
Amos 8:5

He ordained the moon for mo’eds, set apart,
The sun’s bright rays endue it with their grace,
From east to west, it marks its sacred start,
Specific lunar dates, His calendar to trace.
Psalms 104:19

Thus says YAHUAH, “the east gate shall stand,
Shut six work days, but opened for His rest,
On New Moon Days and Sabbaths by command,
From sunrise in the east, to sunset in the west.”
Ezekiel 46:1-3

In that glorious land where sin shall be no more,
All flesh shall come to worship at His feet,
In peace and safety, there will be no war,
The moon’s cycle set, from full to full repeat.
Isaiah 66:22-23; 1 Chronicles 16:29; Revelation 12:17; 21:4

Teach us to number our days with wisdom’s heart,
That we may find a truth where knowledge grows,
In every phase, the moon and stars impart,
A rhythm through which Yah’s understanding flows.
Psalms 90:12; Proverbs 14:33; Genesis 1:16; Psalms 136:7-9;
Jeremiah 31:35-36; Revelation 12:1

But dear, my husband is not at home, but why,
He journeys long, yet promised to return,
A bag of gold for his chosen ones to buy,
On Full Moon Day, for Him our hearts do burn.
Proverbs 7:20

In Yah’s appointed times, we find our place,
From New Moon’s brilliant light to Sabbath’s glow,
We gather, guided by His boundless grace,
To worship Him, whose love we come to know.
Isaiah 66:22-23; Leviticus 23:1-5; Revelation 12:1

In every phase, the moon’s soft silver rays,
Reflect the promise of His kind and faithful care,
As we, His children, worship on His days,
In sacred rhythm, bound by every prayer.
Isaiah 66:23

From Full Moon to Full Moon, our souls aligned,
Launching Sabbath to Sabbath, His light shall lead,
In every cycle, Yah’s purpose-designed,
We find our faith, within His Holy Creed.
Isaiah 66:23

In heaven’s dance, the moon and stars shall be,
A brilliant beacon and our faithful guide,
In sacred light, our souls are made to see,
Yah’s eternal love that flows when we abide.

Revelation 12:1; Genesis 1:16; Psalms 89:37; Psalms 136:7-9;
Jeremiah 31:35-36; 1 John 2:28

 

 

Olympic Dreams and Eternal Crowns

In Paris, where the Seine does flow,
Athletes train, their spirits glow.
With every stride, with every leap,
They chase a dream they hope to keep.

Early dawn, they rise and grind,
Pushing limits, body, mind.
In sweltering heat and winter’s chill,
They muster strength, unyielding will.

Stadiums filled with roaring cheer,
Medals gleam as they draw near.
A moment’s glory, a fleeting prize,
A gold that fades before their eyes.

Yet, Paul saw through this worldly race,
A higher call, a greater grace.
“Run to win,” he urged us all,
A race of faith, to heed the call.

Not for wreaths that wither and die,
But for a crown beyond the sky.
Self-control, the athlete’s creed,
Mirrors the discipline we all need.

They strive for gold that will decay,
We for a prize that will not sway.
Imperishable, our crown awaits,
Beyond life’s narrow, mortal gates.

As they train, we too must strive,
For in His truths, we are alive.
Work the body, make it serve,
Run with purpose, never swerve.

Paul’s own life, a testament,
To a race well run, a life well spent.
“I press on,” his cry, his aim,
For heaven’s call, and YAHUAH’s name.

The Paris games, grand and bold,
Pale next to treasures not gold.
In every leap, in every run,
See the race our faith’s begun.

So watch the games with hearts attuned,
To a higher call, along with the moon.
For in the end, what will remain,
Is the crown we gain from righteous pain.

Imperishable, pure, and bright,
Given in YAHUAH’s holy light.
So run, dear soul, with all your might,
For His eternal crown so bright.

 

 

So Let Us Run

In the race of life, we strive with might,
not for a crown that fades from sight,
But for a prize that’s pure and true,
In everything we say and do.

Paul’s wisdom, strong and clear,
Guides us through each doubt and fear.
We run with purpose, not in vain,
Our eyes on Him who bears our pain.

We buffet bodies, make them yield,
On this eternal battlefield.
With discipline, our course we chart,
Through fervent prayer and zealous heart.

Not to prove our strength alone,
But to show whose power we’ve known.
For in this race, the faithful few
Reveal Yah’s strength in all they do.

The athlete trains with fervent care,
For perishable wreaths they dare,
But we seek an imperishable crown,
For Yahusha’s joy to wear our gown.

Self-control, the Ruach’s fruit,
In every action, take our root.
What brings the utmost glory here?
What fans the flames of love sincere?

Not as though our strength prevails,
But through His grace, we sail.
Each stride we take, a testament,
To His grace, omnipotent.

In Gethsemane, He showed the way,
To buffet self, and not to sway.
Through suffering and trials endured,
The path to glory is assured.

The mission’s price may steeply rise,
But through His strength, we win the prize.
For Yahusha’s love compels our heart,
To run this race, to play our part.

With eyes fixed firm upon the goal,
We press on, body, spirit, soul.
For in this race, His love unfurled,
We bear His light unto the world.

So let us run with fervent zeal,
With love that’s true, and faith that’s real.
Our lives, a testament of grace,
In every step, we see His face.

Called and Chosen

Where sin and sorrow oft reside,
His voice calls out, no need to hide,
Not by our choice, nor sight so clear,
But by His love, we’re chosen dear.

He calls the lost, the weak, the small,
The bruised reed, the ones who fall,
His grace a light in darkest night,
Transforming hearts with pure delight.

Foreknown, yet loved, through every woe,
In Him, our roots, they deeply grow,
No path too far, no depth too great,
His hand, our guide, through every fate.

Placed by His will, in life’s design,
To spread His love, a branch divine,
Through pain and joy, in every part,
His life flows out from heart to heart.

So heed His call, and bear His fruit,
With steadfast faith, His love impute,
For in His choice, our purpose true,
To shine His LIGHT in all we do.

 

 

Remember Lot’s Wife!

In the days of old, where shadows fall,
Lies the tale of Sodom’s call.
Lot and kin were warned to flee,
From the city’s doomed decree.

An angel’s voice, stern and bright,
Spoke of fire in the night.
“Do not look back, just onward go,
Or face a fate of endless woe.”

Lot’s wife, fair and full of grace,
Held her breath, with solemn face.
Yet her heart was heavy, torn,
By memories of the life she’d worn.

Golden halls and silken sheets,
Endless feasts and crowded streets.
Laughter echoed, wine did flow,
In the city where the roses grow.

Riches gleamed in Sodom’s heart,
She mourned to think they’d soon depart.
Jewels and gowns, her treasures rare,
Left behind in fire’s brimstone glare.

Step by step, her feet did tread,
On the path where angels led.
But her mind was far away,
In Sodom’s streets where dreams did sway.

The wind did howl, the flames did rise,
Tears of loss filled her eyes.
Her soul was pulled, a backward glance,
Toward the life of wealth and dance.

One last look, a fleeting thought,
For the city’s splendor she was caught.
A pillar of salt, she turned to be,
Frozen in her misery.

Her longing heart, her wistful gaze,
Trapped her in those final days.
Lot moved on, while she remained,
A statue, by her sorrow chained.

So learn from Lot’s wife’s bitter end,
The desire for past does not befriend.
Let go of what was, and look ahead,
Or be bound by what is dead.

In this tale, a lesson clear,
Obey YAHUAH, and do not fear.
For in His guidance, you will find,
Protection, peace, and joy combined.

  

Passover’s Seven Scriptural Fun Facts 

Verse 1:

Embark on a journey, let’s explore,
Passover’s secrets, there’s so much more,
Seven fun facts, the moon’s sacred reveal,
In the dance of time, with the stars on the wheel.

Pre-Chorus:

From Rosh Hashanah, the year does start,
Fourteen days to Passover, a work of art,
A lunar tale, ancient and true,
In this cosmic rhythm, for me and you.

Chorus:

Passover’s time, so divine,
With the lunar glow, the stars align,
A sacred thread, YAH’s great mystery,
Unlocking the past, throughout history.

Verse 2:

The Full Moon’s light, it marks the way,
Abib’s first day, on full display,
On the fourteenth day, preparations done,
In the lunar week, Passover’s begun.

Pre-Chorus:

High Sabbath follows, as a day of rest,
Fifteenth of Abib, the seventh-day blessed,
Feast and Sabbath, they intertwine,
In the lunar cycle, celestial design.

Chorus:

Passover’s time, so divine,
With the lunar glow, the stars align,
A sacred thread, YAH’s great mystery,
Unlocking the past, throughout history.

Bridge:

A solar eclipse, a sign so grand,
On crucifixion day, throughout the land,
From the sixth to ninth hour, the sun went dark,
A celestial event, left its mark.

Verse 3:

Mid-month phase, the moon so shy,
Our Messiah’s love, the reason why,
On the fourteenth day, His sacrifice paid,
In the lunar time, the plan was made.

Pre-Chorus:

Passover’s GPS, divinely set,
Feom the Full Moon’s glow, we won’t forget,
Years, Full Moons, Sabbaths and days,
In lunar light, we find His ways.

Chorus:

Passover’s time, so divine,
With the lunar glow, the stars align,
A sacred thread, YAH’s great mystery,
Unlocking the past, throughout history.

Outro:

Join us now, explore the lore,
Passover’s meaning, and so much more,
In the tapestry of time, we see,
The divine orchestration, eternally.

Do You Remember?

“Remember the Sabbath,” the command so clear,
But who among us, still holds it dear?
Some recall with intention, hearts that are pure,
But are they the ones, keeping it sure? 

Is Saturday really, the Sabbath of old?
Or have traditions caused, the truth to grow cold?
Sunday’s not it, nor is Saturday’s claim,
As neither in Scripture, are given by name.

Guardians of the lie, want you to believe,
The rhythm remains set, the aim to deceive.
The full moon that’s seen, tells us Sabbath’s the eighth,
The fifteenth, twenty-second, and twenty-ninth is the date.

To keep it as holy, unite with Divine,
Or alone, your efforts, will surely decline.
Keep it on His day, or miss the mark,
For it’s the blessed Sabbath, it’s set-apart.

In the light of creation, the answer lies,
To find the Sabbath, look to the skies.
The moon and the stars, in their dance so grand,
Hold the secret timepiece, made by His hand.

Forget the moon’s phase, forget the plan,
And you’ll lose the Sabbath, and break His command.
Many don’t know, the error they make,
Their traditions blind them, the truth they forsake.

For those who now seek, the Creator are few,
His full moon witness, is faithful and true.
The sun, moon, and stars, a celestial blend,
Sync us to Him, a bond without end.

From His New Moon Day, the count started,
Seven days to Sabbath, His rest day guarded.
A timeless system, never to change,
Man’s attempts to alter, are simply deranged.

The Sabbath’s not found, on calendars man-made,
But in lunar cycles, where His glory’s displayed.
The moon’s phases guide, with faithful grace,
To His lunar Sabbath, His time-centric space.

Forget creation’s model, and the Sabbath is lost,
Adhering to man’s ways, comes at a cost.
Messiah kept it true, His faithful as well,
To lunar light they adhered, their devotion did swell.

Rome’s cycling week, has led us astray,
Causing us to forget, Yah’s lunar Sabbath day.
Our Creator’s unique time, in the sky’s array,
Calls us to return, to His ancient narrow way.

Messiah’s vetting test, to enter His gates,
Rests on our will, to accept lunar dates.
Passover and Feast Days, sin’s sure remedy,
Is Messiah’s lone passport, to our assured destiny.

Now you know, with evidence clear,
His lunar Sabbath, was given us to revere.
Remember, He said, My New Moon Day (Sabbath Day),
My faithful alone, are those who obey.

From lies to the truth, we now understand,
The moon and stars rule, together as planned.
By their rhythmic light, His Sabbath’s now shown,
The divine passport, from Earth to His throne.

 

 

 

Afraid to Face the Flame

Verse 1

In the shadows of the night, truth is born anew,
Whispers of a brighter dawn, hidden from our view.
Eyes that choose to slumber, hearts that close in fear,
Rejecting revelation, though the light is clear.

Chorus

Why do we resist the dawn, afraid to see the day?
Clinging to the shadows, where we feel safe to stay.
New light shines upon us, calling out our name,
Yet we turn away from truth, afraid to face the flame.

Verse 2

Voices of the ages, echo through the halls,
Prophets and the sages, their wisdom gently calls.
But comfort in the old ways, binds us to the past,
Ignoring the new answers, though they’re here at last.

Chorus

Why do we resist the dawn, afraid to see the day?
Clinging to the shadows, where we feel safe to stay.
New light shines upon us, calling out our name,
Yet we turn away from truth, afraid to face the flame.

Bridge

Fear of the unknown, chains us to the lies,
But courage breaks the barriers, lets the spirit rise.
Embrace the new horizon, let the truth unfold,
In the light of wisdom, find the strength to hold.

Chorus

Why do we resist the dawn, afraid to see the day?
Clinging to the shadows, where we feel safe to stay.
New light shines upon us, calling out our name,
Yet we turn away from truth, afraid to face the flame.

 

 

From Black to Blue, the Light Shall Rise

In the depths where shadows crawl,
Blackness grips with endless thrall.
Every heart it seeks to bind,
Leaving goodness far behind.

Yet in black, a spark does gleam,
A distant hope, a fragile dream.
Blue begins to pierce the night,
Shining through with purest light.

Messiah came with grace untold,
Turning black to blue and gold.
In His hands, He holds the key,
Setting captive spirits free.

Where the blackness once held sway,
Now the blue begins to play.
Healing wounds, dispelling fear,
Bringing love and drawing near.

Evil thought it had its claim,
But blue skies now stake their fame.
Through the cross, the battle won,
Darkness flees the rising sun.

In the black, He bore our shame,
Felt the cold, consuming flame.
But with love, He turned the tide,
Bringing blue where death had lied.

Now the blue of morning’s hue,
Promises a world made new.
As we wait for His return,
In our hearts, His fire will burn.

Though the black may still arise,
Blue will triumph, claim the skies.
In the end, the good shall stand,
Guided by the Savior’s hand.

Through the trials, pain, and loss,
Blue prevails because of the cross.
Every blackened heart He’ll mend,
Bringing peace that knows no end.

In the promise of His grace,
Blue will light each darkened place.
Messiah’s love, so pure and true,
Turns the black to endless blue.

When He comes with clouds of light,
Blue will banish every night.
Evil’s grasp will fade away,
In His arms, we’ll find our stay.

So we wait with hope anew,
For the skies to break with blue.
Messiah’s promise we shall keep,
In our hearts, His peace will seep.

From the black, He pulls us through,
Guiding us to skies of blue.
With His grace, He makes it clear,
In His love, there’s naught to fear.

Black may try to dim the light,
But blue shines, forever bright.
In His name, we stand secure,
For His love will long endure.

 

 

The Narcissist’s Seven Demonic Spirits

 Seven Demonic Spirits rise,
Behind the narcissist, disguise.
In shadows dark, the satyrs play,
To twist the mind, lead hearts astray.

The Spirit of Lies, a subtle snare,
Deceives with charm, it doesn’t care.
It shifts the truth, distorts the real,
And leaves you doubting what you feel.

Chaos reigns where order stood,
It breaks your will, it shakes your good.
It twists and swirls in endless spins,
The mind unsure of where it’s been.

Tossed in the storm, you fight for ground,
But clarity cannot be found.
The sense of self begins to fray,
A stumbling target and demonic prey.

Confusion grows, your trust is torn,
In all you do, suspicion’s born.
The fabric of your world unweaves,
You start to question what you believe.

Envy’s Spirit, with jealous eyes,
Covets your joy, it aims to rise.
It feeds on what it cannot gain,
Tis a bitter soul, in constant strain.

From this, you feel the endless scorn,
Their hunger leaves you bruised, forlorn.
Your triumphs met with spiteful gaze,
Your worth diminished in the haze.

Condemnation strikes you deep,
In your core, its claws will creep.
Not what you do, but who you are,
Branding your soul with a painful scar.

Self-worth is shattered, beaten down,
You wear their judgments like a crown.
Their voice desires your inner guide,
The wounds of worthlessness abide.

The Spirit of Fear casts its spell,
To keep you locked within its shell.
You shrink beyond its heavy gate,
Afraid of what may lie in wait.

Your courage falters, shadows grow,
Uncertainty, your only show.
On eggshells through your daily tread,
A captive of suspicion spread.

The Cruel Spirit strikes a grin,
And revels in the pain you’re in.
No mercy found in their dark play,
They wound with words, then walk away.

The harm they cause, it lingers long,
Emotional scars, a silent song.
Your spirit worn from endless grief,
Their joy found in your disbelief.

Pride sits high, a lofty stance,
Superior in every glance.
Their ego reigns, they know no bounds,
In their own grandeur, they are crowned.

You’re left to feel so small, so low,
As they parade what they bestow.
Their world revolves around their might,
While you are lost within your plight.

With lies they seek to weave control,
To twist and break the human soul.
Their aim to breed a hollow heart,
Where pride and selfishness take part.

In shadows deep, they plant their seed,
To turn the wounded into greed.
For every fractured soul they gain,
Another spreads the bitter chain.

So set some boundaries strong and clear,
Protect your heart, keep loved ones near.
Stand firm in truth, don’t bend or break,
For peace of mind is yours to take.

Reject their games, the cruel façade,
Defend your soul, and stand unflawed.
Let self-respect be your defense,
Against their lies and arrogance.

From pain to joy, Yah’s truth we seek,
Who heals the hurt, empowers the weak.
We break these Spirits, one by one,
With heart abiding in His Son.