Oh, how the light of God is known— A brilliance no shadow can ever dethrone. He has fashioned me with heaven’s decree, To multiply, to reign, to walk in destiny. This truth—my spirit holds it tight, It sings within, a flame of light. The world may roar, the darkness rage, But His plan for me is etched on every page. I laugh at lies, at schemes and doubt, At voices trying to shut God out. For who can stand where He has called? Who dares defy the Lord of all? The Holy Spirit smiles, calm and sure, His silence louder than any lure. He restrains His power, just a breath, Yet still, He humbles pride to death. With the tip of His fingers, a passing breeze, He topples giants, uproots with ease. Every thought that dares oppose, He scatters like chaff where the Spirit blows. O God Most High, how great You are! Majestic flame, eternal star. Your plans for me are firm and true, No force in hell can undo what You do. I am Yours, and I know this well— In You, no curse, no s...