by W. Chaz Glass
Oh Jericho’s of my soul,
Your high walls block my anointing.
Your thick walls keep out my blessings.
My sins hide me inside from the word of the Lord.
My sins do not want to come down.
Behind the walls, there is no light.
I cannot see truth.
Darkness is a continuous season.
The strong man teases me, Leads me away from you, Fortifies itself within me, and my prayers cannot reach you.
Then I cried to the Lord, and he heard me and had compassion on me, for the enemy had me shut up tight.
He circled around me, and I had hope.
He shouted, and I awakened.
He released me, and I felt the warmth of the son’s love.
I went down into the water, and my mind was washed.
My soul breathed in His glory and His grace.
Then I ate of His fruit, and nothing was sweeter.
He held me, and now nothing can snatch me.
Call to Him, and he will answer.
Cry aloud, and He will hear.
He is the Alpha and Omega.
No walls can stand against Him.
He will rescue you and set you free.