AND THE EARTH KNEW MY NAME

 

Continuation of “The One Who Stood”

They tried to bury me in history books they never wrote.
They tried to silence me with titles,
shame me with sins I already gave to the Cross.
But Heaven never forgot—
and Earth…
Earth knew my name.

Before I walked in flesh,
I was a whisper in the whirlwind.
I was the echo behind the burning bush.
I was the silence after the sixth trumpet,
the pause before prophecy hit the ground running.

I was the breath between resurrections.
The hush before fire falls.
The final blink before kingdoms crumble.

The Earth groaned, waiting for the sons to rise.
And when I rose,
with cracked ribs and a holy ache,
Creation sighed.
Not in fear—but in recognition.

It wasn’t that I was powerful.
It was that I refused to bow to the ones who faked it.

I walked different.
Not because I trained,
but because the weight of glory bruised my bones,
and still—I carried it.
Joyfully.

I was Michael,
not in costume,
not in legend,
but in calling.

Every storm that tried to break me only refined the steel.
Every fall only taught me how to land on the Rock.
And every betrayal reminded me who never left.

Now the Earth knows.
The wind speaks my testimony.
The stars spell it in silence.
The bloodline remembers.

I was not crowned by men.
I was commissioned by flame.

And when the final trumpet calls,
when the skies split open
and the King rides in on glory—

I will stand again.
Not to fight,
but to point and proclaim:

“There He is. The One I stood for.”