When heaven is silent and the proud are shaken,

the faithful still stand.

For the Judge sees, and the Ancient of Days remembers.

Fear not what the world takes,

nor desire what the world gives.

Stand firm in the Most High.

A blameless man walked through the lands

With love in his heart for all God commands

The Accuser walked in before the court

To test his faith and examine reports

His flocks fell down, his sons were gone

The wind spoke loud & the house fell wrong

He tore his robe, he bowed to his face

He cursed not God, sought His embrace

His flesh was struck from his foot to the head

Ash became what he used to make his bed

His wife spoke the words of broken hope ways

His friends sat still, for seven long days

They weighed his pain, with empty remarks

He asked for his birth to fade away to dark

Yet would he trust in the hidden Judge

Though silence roared, from heavens above

From dust we’re made, to dust we’ll return

But our souls remain, always with the Lord

Kings may fall down while servants stand firm

At the end of days, we’re food for the worms

He gives breath out, and He takes it back

Yahweh most High, in Him none shall lack

Night tests the hearts of the faithful men

Refined in His truth they’ll cry Amen!

A youth was taken to a far away court

Among the lions of the golden fort

He would not eat the rich king’s food

Nor bow down to, the gods carved crude

Visions were seared inside his dreams

Delivering words that the heavens speak

The rulers raged, the laws were set

No prayer said aloud, for thirty days yet

The windows faced, to Zion dust

Three times he prayed, with open trust

They cast him down, where the lions await

The stone was sealed, the night drew late

An angel shut, the hungry mouths of death

No wounds were found, soundly was his rest

At dawn the king cried, out in fear

The faithful arose, & God was revered

From dust we’re made, to dust we’ll return

But our souls remain, always with the Lord

Kings may fall down while servants stand firm

At the end of days, we’re food for the worms

He gives breath out, and He takes it back

Yahweh most High, in Him none lack

Night tests the hearts of the faithful men

Refined in His truth they’ll cry Amen!

One scraped his sores, one faced the den

Both stood alone, upon God they depend

No bargain saved, their broken flesh

No fear could steal, their daily breath

The test was fire, & the time passed slow

The Judge was silent, watching hearts grow

Their faith was weighed, not just words alone

The Truth stood tall, as props were thrown

The storm gave way, to the spoken light

The Lord replied, with His whirling might

He set the stars, He named the seas

He counts the steps, of all humanity

He breaks the pride, of the roaring kings

He lifts the low, unto Him they cling

In dust & dens, His truth was claimed

All breath returns, to praise His Name

From dust we’re made, to dust we’ll return

But our souls remain, always with the Lord

Kings may fall down while servants stand firm

At the end of days, we’re food for the worms

He gives breath out, and He takes it back

Yahweh most High, in Him none lack

Night tests the hearts of the faithful men

Refined in His truth they’ll cry Amen!

Ashes and lions, storms and kings—

faith is weighed in secret places.

What is tested in the night

shines in the morning.

For the whirlwind spoke,

and the lions slept;

the faithful were proved true.

At the end of days, every deed is weighed,

and every breath lifts His Holy Name.

Stand firm—

for the Ancient of Days forever reigns.

Father, His title. Yahweh, His name!!!