YAHUAH STUDIOS

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Trumpet in the psalm
Flute in Babylon
Same kind of sound
Different altar
That's the test

We The Assembly

Same tool different altar
Same sound different call
One bring praise to YAHUAH
One make whole crowds fall
Same tool different altar
Same hands shape it all
If it turn my heart from YAHUAH
I won't bow at all

David woke the harp up early
Heart fixed not thirsty for glory
Psaltery trumpet cymbals strings
Breath in the worshipper praise the King
Wood and brass don't choose their road
Hands do that hearts expose
Same ten strings can Barak His Name
YAHUAH
Same ten strings can feed false flame
That's why the Book don't flatter sound
It asks who you throwing crowns
Not every loud thing set apart
Not every beautiful thing clean in heart
Tool ain't qodesh by itself
Tool ain't cursed by itself
The question hit that seam
Who get the esteem when the room start sing
Do it turn you upward humble clear
Or make you bow to image and fear
That's the line drawn hard
Same tool different altar same yard

We The Assembly
All esteem to YAHUAH ALUAH
Not the tool

Psalms chapter one hundred fifty verses three through six
Praise him with the sound of the trumpet
Praise him with the psaltery and harp
Praise him upon the loud cymbals
Let every thing that hath breath praise YAHUAH

Then Babylon used that same sound class
Flute and harp made nations collapse
Golden image public fear
Music hit conscience veer
Same horn different throne
Same notes different Ruach shown
Same setup same gathered crowd
One bows low one cries loud
Shadrach Meshach Abednego stood
Wouldn't sell their breath for another god
That's the witness in the flame
Tool ain't the master don't blame the frame
If the sound say bend from truth
Let the furnace have your youth
If the stage say trade His Name
Let it all burn don't join the game
Deuteronomy showed the test
Not signs alone but who you bless
Not wonder power not fast display
Direction tell you who you obey
So don't get tricked by surface shine
Same instrument different shrine

Daniel chapter three verses five through six
At what time ye hear the sound of the cornet flute harp sackbut psaltery dulcimer and all kinds of musick
Ye fall down and worship the golden image
Daniel chapter three verse twelve
These men serve not thy gods nor worship the golden image

The tool ain't the god
The heart decides
The hand can build a song
Or build a lie
The tool ain't the god
The test is inside
Does it lift His Name
Or feed your Ruach of pride

So mic or screen or code or key
None of that outrank breath in me
Phone can spread vanity all day
Phone can push somebody to pray
Camera can flatter camera can prove
Search can puff up search can move
Speaker can sell a false man's voice
Or carry truth and force a choice
Same tool different altar still
Same old test of the heart and will
Wisdom said that dead image cold
No breath in the thing men dress with gold
Man breathe on works of his own hands
Then kneel to dust and call it grand
Nahhh I use what point back up
I drop what ask me worship stuff
We don't praise the works we make
We praise the One who give breath and wake
And if a tool help expose a lie
Bring folk to the Word and magnify
Then judge it clean by what it do
Not by fear that still rule you
If it lead to idols leave it there
If it lead to truth then handle with care

FACT CHECK ME
If the Book drew that line read it whole
Barak YAHUAH
If breath belong to Him let Him know
Rumamu YAHUAH
If the tool ain't the god then say it
YAHUAH our ALUAH
We The Assembly
Same tool different altar hearts show

Wisdom of Solomon chapter fifteen verses five through six
They desire the form of a dead image that hath no breath
They that make them they that desire them and they that worship them are lovers of evil things
Revelation chapter fourteen verses two three and seven
Harpers harping with their harps
They sung as it were a new song before the throne
Fear ALUAH and give esteem to Him

Same tool different altar
Same sound different call
One bring praise to YAHUAH
One make whole crowds fall
Same tool different altar
Same hands shape it all
If it turn my heart from YAHUAH
I won't bow at all

Instruments don't breathe
Images don't breathe
People do
So let every thing with breath
Praise YAHUAH
We The Assembly