YAHUAH STUDIOS

Lyrics

Not every pain needs an audience
Not every wound needs a stage

Some things need the altar
Before they ever touch the page

We The Assembly

Don't hand pain the mic
Hand it to YAHUAH

I kept telling the story
Till the story told me

Every retell
Made the anger hold me

Called it venting
Called it getting it out

But every time I said it
I built the same house

Trusted friend
Family line

Everybody gave
A piece of their mind

Ten opinions
Couldn't make me whole

Fed the wound
While I prayed for control

There's a time for counsel
There's a time to speak

But I gotta take the matter
To YAHUAH first

Before pain decides
What the next line means

Before a bruise
Turns into belief

Psalms chapter one hundred forty one verse three
Set a watch O YAHUAH
Before my mouth
Keep the door of my lips

Don't give the wound a microphone
Pain'll preach
If you let it choose the tone

Tell the truth
But don't build it a throne

Take it to YAHUAH
Before you take it to the phone

Don't give the wound a microphone
I can name what hurt
And still refuse the role

Guard the gate
Let the Book take control

Don't give the wound a microphone

I'll never get free
Nothing ever changes

Everybody leaves
My whole life stays the same

Words reveal the room
That the heart lives in

Then the mouth keeps feeding
What the mind spins

I ain't saying my mouth
Can create my fate

I'm saying repeated speech
Can deepen a cage

What I rehearse
Can govern my next move

So I bring every sentence
Under the truth

I can say I'm angry
Without crowning it king

I can name the fear
Without teaching it to sing

I can tell YAHUAH
Where the pressure is real

Then ask Him to search me
And teach me to heal

No fake positivity
No hiding the ache

Truth under authority
Before my next statement

Proverbs chapter eighteen verses twenty through twenty one
A man's belly shall be satisfied
With the fruit of his mouth
And with the increase of his lips
Shall he be filled
Death and life
Are in the power of the tongue
And they that love it
Shall eat the fruit thereof

Don't give the wound a microphone
Pain'll preach
If you let it choose the tone

Tell the truth
But don't build it a throne

Take it to YAHUAH
Before you take it to the phone

Don't give the wound a microphone
I can name what hurt
And still refuse the role

Guard the gate
Let the Book take control

Don't give the wound a microphone

We The Assembly
Take the mic back

Pain can speak
But it can't lead

I learned a closed mouth
Ain't always defeat

Sometimes warfare sounds
Like peace taking the lead

Not silence from fear
Not hiding abuse

It's refusing to let hurt
Become the voice I use

If the truth must be spoken
Let wisdom set time

Let mercy and justice
Govern the line

No gossip chain
No slander loop

No crowd replacing
The truth

Set a watch at my mouth
Keep the door of my lips

Don't let me use the Book
To baptize a fit

If my words won't give life
Don't let them leave

Teach my mouth to obey
Before it tries to lead

Wisdom of Solomon chapter one verses ten through eleven
For the ear of jealousy heareth all things
And the noise of murmurings is not hid
Therefore beware of murmuring
Which is unprofitable
And refrain your tongue from backbiting

Set a watch YAHUAH
Guard the gate

Before the wound
Gets amplified

Search the root
Correct the weight

Don't let my pain
Decide my life

No microphone for the wound
No throne for offense

No audience
Before obedience

Set a watch YAHUAH
Guard the gate

We The Assembly

If YAHUAH checked the words
Before they left

Say Barak YAHUAH

If He showed you silence
Can protect

Say GUARD THE GATE

If you stopped the wound
Before it took the throne

Drop DON'T GIVE IT THE MICROPHONE

We The Assembly
Take the mic back from pain

Don't give the wound a microphone
Pain'll preach
If you let it choose the tone

Tell the truth
But don't build it a throne

Take it to YAHUAH
Before you take it to the phone

Don't give the wound a microphone
I can name what hurt
And still refuse the role

Guard the gate
Let the Book take control

Don't give the wound a microphone

Pain can speak
But it can't lead

The Book decides
What I believe

We The Assembly

Don't hand pain the mic
Hand it to YAHUAH