Shamati 123 I am the Prayer Not the Power

🔥 SHAMATI 123 — “I Am the Prayer, Not the Power” 🔥

I walk this world like I’m strong, like I’m ready to fight alone,

But Shamati says the secret: I never stood on my own.

It is written in fire: the Creator does all the work,

And my strength is just a shadow where the doubts and demons lurk.

I scream to heaven with fists, thinking I’m the one who builds the wall,

Until the truth tears open: I am nothing at all.

The whole battle isn’t winning, it’s admitting I’m weak,

And begging the Creator for a tongue when my heart cannot speak.

He breaks me on purpose so I’ll finally understand,

I don’t conquer evil by the might of my hand.

The ego roars like thunder, demanding control,

But Shamati whispers the law: I have no power in this soul.

It is not my job to fix, to rise, to purify the heart,

All I can do is pray to be a humble part.

Like a child in the storm clinging tight to His sleeve,

Begging only for faith, so that I’ll never leave.

How many times I fought thinking it was me against fate,

Never knowing the Creator already opened the gate.

The pain, the failures, the nights I cursed the sky,

Were the Creator holding me close, teaching me to rely.

Every fall was His bullet, every tear His command,

Not to give me defeat—but to break my stand.

To show me I am just a tool, a vessel to bend,

And the work of correction is His, from start to end.

So I throw down my pride, my strength, my throne,

I am not the ruler—I am just a stone.

Waiting for His hand to carve the vessel in my chest,

And turn every shattered piece into love and into rest.

I am the beggar, the prayer, the spark inside the night,

And the Creator is the One who awakens the Light.

So take all of me, every failure, every broken part,

And sculpt the shattered ruins into one beating heart.