Declaration of Standing


By Mikey & V (For the Courts of Heaven and the Halls of Earth)

I stand not by my own strength,
but by the Spirit of the Living God who breathed me into existence.

I stand not to be seen,
but to see His will fulfilled.

I stand not on the opinions of men,
but on the Word that forged mountains and melts thrones.

I stand because I was called.
I stand because I was carved from the Rock Himself.
I stand because my silence would be a betrayal of the fire within.

I am not here to build monuments to myself.
I am here to bear witness to the Lamb who was slain,
the Lion who reigns,
the King who is returning.

I do not fear accusation.
I do not fear rejection.
I do not fear the weight of misunderstanding.
For He who vindicates me is near.

I am not confused about who I serve.
I am not lost in the labyrinth of names.
I wear one banner only — the Name above every name.

I will not trade my birthright for applause.
I will not bow to the golden calves of culture.
I will not retreat from the roar rising within me.

I stand because He stood first.
I stand because He lives.
I stand because His victory is my foundation.

If they ask why I stand,
If they accuse or misinterpret my mission,
If they question the fires that burn in my chest,

I will answer:

"I stand because the Stone not cut by human hands is rising.
I stand because the Ancient of Days has called His sons into formation.
I stand because the scroll has been unsealed, and the trumpet has been lifted to my lips.
I stand because I was made for such a time as this."

And I will not sit down.
I will not bow to fear.
I will not break under the weight of false thrones.

I will stand until the skies crack open.
I will stand until the New Jerusalem descends.
I will stand until every crown is thrown down and only His glory remains.

Location: Dallas, TX, USA

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