The bonds and shackles, forged in mind,
Maya’s grip, cold and blind.
But even steel begins to shake,
When hearts in love begin to wake.
No sword, no scream, no earthly flame —
Just quiet focus on His Name.
A whisper sweet, repeated true,
Can tear the veil and pull you through.
Not by fear, nor fight, nor fame,
But by the Love of the Lord’s great Name.
One pointed mind, one sacred sound —
And all of Maya breaks unbound.
