Who is this that fly up high in the sky?
A woman, a woman like no other,
she is a woman that's on fire,
taking over territory without might but His Spirit,
she walks on feets beautiful to behold.
Her joy transcends everything life overs,
she's got fire crying for escape in her bones.
I see her walk over the walls like she's on a staircase,
leaps over the U. S battalion like crossing over troops of ants.
Her meat is to put His will into demonstration,
making sure, heaven's activity is well replicated here and now.
The whole world knows whose she belongs to and stands for,
it's an open secret; that written all over her is the mark of God.
She jealously guide her light as a lantern protects it's light.
When the mockers gather for her seventh fall, thinking it's over,
she will bash shame on their faces when she rise,
for upon her is the blood that speaks mercy and glory.
She wins her battles without lifting a finger,
her strength comes from her rest in the Word.
Her thoughts and steps get their directives from the Word.
Daughter of Zion, she roars like a lion.
She turns for no obstacle or challenge just like a lion.
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