10/28/2024
Wilderness of Yah
In shadows deep of cities' hold,
Where ancient chains are worn and old,
The Yasharahla, spirits bound,
Rise up to leave the captive ground.
With steps like whispers on the wind,
They shed the weight of ages sinned;
Each weary heart, each hopeful hand,
Moves toward the promise of the land.
A call from Yah, strong as the night,
Leads them to paths of sacred light,
Where sand and stars, beneath His care,
Become their bread, their sheltered prayer.
Through desert wild, through barren plains,
They journey past their earthly chains,
To find the grace in every breath,
Where Yah’s own voice restores from death.
With faith to guide and love to learn,
In wilderness, His ways they yearn,
To heal, to know, to rise and see
The life that’s bound in true decree.
In presence pure, each soul now free,
They walk as one, in unity,
From captive hearts to sacred place,
The Yasharahla seek Yah’s face.
And there they dwell, each tribe and kin,
Released from all that might have been,
Awakened now in promised peace,
Where Yah’s own glory will not cease.
