Cry Aloud

Cry aloud, do not hold back.
Lift up your voice like a shofar.
Show My people their transgressions,
And the house of Ya’akov their sins.

Open my mouth, I’m breaking the silence.
Watchmen on the wall, won’t make an alliance.
City in darkness, people asleep,
Trading Torah for comfort, counting blessings cheap.
This ain’t tradition, this is truth on the front line,
Shofar in my lungs, every word is a deadline.
Yahuah’s Name on high, let the world feel the fear,
If you don’t want the rebuke, then you don’t want to hear.
No compromise with the serpent or the system,
Yahusha is the only cure, don’t twist Him.
Call out the fake love, the cheap grace,
Hypocrites hiding, but you can’t hide your face.
Idols in the pocket, doctrine in the dust,
Hearts running cold, lost faith, lost trust.
I’m not here for applause or your Sunday routine,
This is blood, this is fire, this is vision unseen.

Cry aloud!
Lift up the shofar and shout!
Expose every sin, let the secrets come out.
Spare not!
Let the righteous correct,
Let the wicked be shaken: this is cause and effect.
Cry aloud!
Let conviction rain down,
Let the whole world know when Yahuah comes to town.

You want a Savior who winks at your ways,
But Yahusha draws the sword, not a tongue full of praise.
Torah not for sale, I won’t water it down,
Watchmen don’t sleep while the city wears a crown.
Repentance is mercy, but rebellion is pride,
I’m sounding the alarm, you can run but can’t hide.
Abominations in the open, justice in the grave,
The prophets were stoned, but the remnant is brave.
Fake teachers counting sheep, but never count the cost,
Entertainers in the pulpit, true shepherds are lost.
Sabbath forgotten, idols exalted,
But judgment’s at the door, and the time’s been halted.
I stand on the Word, let the critics throw stones,
Yahuah is my strength, I’m never alone.

Cry aloud!
Lift up the shofar and shout!
Expose every sin, let the secrets come out.
Spare not!
Let the righteous correct,
Let the wicked be shaken: this is cause and effect.
Cry aloud!
Let conviction rain down,
Let the whole world know when Yahuah comes to town.

If I stay silent, the rocks will cry out,
So I’ll lift up my voice, let the world hear me now.
Blood on my hands if I fail to warn,
So I cry aloud until the break of dawn.
This is not hate, it’s a call to repent,
Mercy’s still open, but judgment is sent.

From the highways to the alleys, let the message resound,
Yahusha is King, let His truth shake the ground.
Every secret sin, every unspoken shame,
It’s time to confess and call on His Name.
No more excuses, no more delay,
Yahuah is holy; walk in His way.
You want the Kingdom, but reject the decree?
There’s no citizenship without the Torah key.
I cry aloud for the broken, for the bound in the street,
For the rebel in the pew and the prideful elite.
Repent and be healed, let the Word be your guide,
Before the sky splits open and the righteous divide.

Cry aloud!
Lift up the shofar and shout!
Expose every sin, let the secrets come out.
Spare not!
Let the righteous correct,
Let the wicked be shaken: this is cause and effect.
Cry aloud!
Let conviction rain down,
Let the whole world know when Yahuah comes to town.

Yahuah, make us bold, give us a voice that won’t be silenced.
We cry aloud,
For Your Name, for Your truth,
For the lost to be found,
For the righteous to stand.