Sarah Anned Elizabeth

It is simply stated within the structure of my identity
Name ascent, coded for regality and beauty
For royal priesthood bearing the Ark of the Covenant… 
And all these words I SAE from my heart and my head 
In my temporal temples, between my ears and my eyes
When I begin to see with total understanding, and clarity
I treasure it more and more; and more and more and more

The greatest of officers and kings bow at our beauty
And tremble at the fear of YAHWEH in, and on us
Though they’re not sure of this conspicuous mystery
But deep in their souls, they want…they need!
To lavish, to keep, to capture, and to hold it
To claim, to master, to dominate through and through
For at such eminence, what are kings to do?

We are an imposing fountain of youth, and grace
And no matter our age, crowned heads still fall at our feet
For YAHWEH Himself covers us from top to bottom
With flower crowns of mother, grandmother, and greatness
Carrying a grand nation, as many as the stars in the sky
And the sand on the seashore bears witness too
They all stand respectfully to pay us our due, and just reward

And we dance in gladness at the tune of our songs in The Spirit
That which gives us peace, and reminds us that we are alive
And all that YAHWEH has said concerning us and our seeds
Will surely come to pass in its set season, and the fullness of time
For Isaac and John and Aaron and Sanaa
That they are filled with the abundance of RUACH HAKODESH
And leap for joy in praises; rejoicing in YESHUA our Savior

For we know that YAHWEH looks favorably upon us
And we know for certain that we are blessed 
Because the Mighty One YAHWEH does great things for us
For us, HE casts down the haughty, and rulers from their thrones
And raises up the humble, and respectful before HIM
In the mouths of our husbands, HE crafts perfect praises
Boasting of YAHWEH’S covenant keeping, and saving power

Our YAHWEH, HE changes our deserts into green springs
Into gardens like Eden, HE transcends us
And makes our empty lands like the Garden of HIS Hands
No more barren, and empty spaces in the way of our DNA
We bear children of bounty, and prophets unto the Most High YAHWEH
They grow strong and sturdy by, and through HIS Spirit
Fortified by HIS Blood Cord, Fire Wall, Glory Cloud, and Fists of Iron

We Three Queens are a Heritage unto YAHWEH
It is Aaron who ties us together into our physical providence
For Sarah preceded him as his ancestral mother
Then Elizabeth came forth to be his descended daughter 
Anne-d the third was inserted to join two names into one
Because that’s what dignified fanboys produce
For a simple A-N-D could never do, nor give explanation to
What A-N-N-E held together for this long, and still holds true

And I treasure it more and more; and more and more and more
When I begin to see with total understanding, and clarity
In my temporal temples, between my eyes and my ears
And all these words I SAE from my head and my heart 
For royal priesthood bearing the Ark of the Covenant…
My name ascent, coded for regality and beauty
It is simply stated within the structure of my identity