I mount up on wings like eagles and soar
It’s the promise He has made
The Almighty God of my fate
I am a lion, hear me ROAR!

Even if the fig trees have no blossom
I was chosen from the womb
I will not play possum
On my knees in my room
A prayer warrior is being groomed
Digging myself out
From underneath the ground
Being exhumed

Faith overcomes me
The shackles that have bound me flee
Reborn, remade and renamed
Taken from shame
Bought by the blood
Taken out of the mud
With no guilt nor shame
He gave me a new name
And called me His
Now I’m free

He says my child be patient
Your victory awaits ya
No weapon formed against your shall prosper
There is no other
Be still and know that I am God
I will pave roads untrod
For you to walk in
I’ll make your head spin

I go before you, do not fear
I will hold you near
Do as I command
Now, hold my hand
I am the God of Abraham

There’s a long winding road
You will not tire, you will not be cold
Do as you’re told
You will not bend, break or fold
You will stand tall, you will be bold

I give you my presence
You have my essence
You have my anointing
The journey will not be disappointing
I am not man, that I should lie
Look to the sky
Look to the heavens where your help comes from
Your help comes from Me
From you, darkness will flee

You will have victory over your war
You will say, me and my house
we will serve the Lord

Poem By: Kamylah Alyxah Santana