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Cry His Name (Unedited)

  • Writer: Kelsay Parrott
    Kelsay Parrott
  • Apr 7
  • 2 min read

Cry His Name

First written March 2025


On a cool quiet eve, where all should be well,

My heart stirs, My mind is trapped in a cell.

All I can do is call upon the name that breaks chains.

The one that has the reign.

Each syllable a whisper of the lips, a sacred sound

Barely able to lift off the ground.


El Shaddai, the Almighty, strong and near

Whose love and power banishes fear!

Jehovah Jireh, my provider so true,

In times of trouble you bring me through.

Adonai, my Lord, with a heart so pure.

Your wisdom, endless is your mercy sure.


Elohim, creator in whom all things begin

From your hands, life flows from grace within.

El Elyon, the Most High, Reigning above

With boundless power and endless love.

Jehovah Shalom, my peace and rest

In you, my soul finds its deepest quest.


El Roi, my God who sees ever so near

In every moment you see every tear.

Abba, my Father, closer than breath and air

Your embrace is where I find solace and care.

El Berith, my God of Covenant true,

In each promise, you renew and pursue.


Shaddai, the almighty, my strength and shield.

Your power in me is where your love is revealed.

Immanuel, God with me, ever near.

In every moment you stay right here.

Jehovah Tsidkenu, my righteousness bright

Clothing me in your holiness and light.


On this cool quiet eve, all is well.

My heart rest in your promises, my mind is free and lives to tell.

I called upon the names that break every chain.

And each fell like rain.

Each syllable a whisper, barely able to utter the sacred sound.

But now my heart sings of you all around. 


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