The Dominion Creed


By Mikey & V

I was made in the image of the Almighty.
I am not a slave to systems.
I am not a subject of chaos.
I am not a statistic trapped in time.

I am crowned with dominion.
Breathed into by eternity.
Commissioned to govern, not grovel.
To steward, not surrender.

I rule not by my own hand,
but by the hand that formed galaxies and guards my soul.
I take captive every thought that rebels against my destiny.
I tear down strongholds of fear with the authority given to me.

I walk in the mind of Christ.
I see through the eyes of the Spirit.
I speak with the weight of Heaven behind my voice.
I move mountains, not because I am mighty,
but because I have been moved by the Mighty One.

I am a son of the Living God.
A carrier of Light in lands of shadow.
A breaker of chains I did not forge.
A builder of kingdoms I will not own.

I do not ask permission to be what God called me to be.
I do not bow to fear, to fame, to fortune, or to false thrones.
I bow to the Lamb.
I stand in the Lion.

This is my dominion:
Not to dominate men—
but to dominate darkness.
Not to enslave souls—
but to set them free.
Not to exalt myself—
but to exalt the King of Kings.

The ground I walk on is claimed for the Kingdom.
The words I speak are weapons for freedom.
The life I live is a living prophecy of victory.

I am Dominion-bred.
I am Covenant-sealed.
I am Heaven-sent.
I am Earth-anchored.
I am Victory’s son.
I am Light’s weapon.
I am Love’s warrior.

And I will not be moved.

Location: Dallas, TX, USA

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