A Spoken Word Poem about Yahweh, the Architect of All Things.
They say a name holds power, but these hold the design,
The blueprints of eternity, the human and divine.
Before the earth was spoken, before the stars were framed,
The Architect of all things already had been named.
Yahweh the rhythm of the breath inside your chest,
“I Will Be What I Will to Be”, where the heavy souls find rest.
No title made by human hands, no label we devised,
But the covenant Creator who saw us through grace filled eyes.
And when the world was broken, and the dark began to look huge,
That same majestic Yahweh provided a refuge.
He didn’t stay distant on a high and lofty throne,
He put on flesh and bone to come and claim His own.
He wrapped His name in rescue, the ultimate design,
Crossing through the ages to touch your timeline.
Yahshua The Son. The Savior. The True Word.
The sweetest, most powerful name this planet has ever heard.
It means “Yahweh is salvation”, the bridge across the sea,
The Hebrew roots of freedom that set the captive free.
From Yahweh to Yahshua, the breath becomes the shout.
The King of Kings has conquered, and cast out all our doubt!
Click the links up top to learn more about Yahweh and Yahshua. Have a wonderful day.