The Echo of My Yes

Say Yes!

The Echo of My Yes

By Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar

In the hush between the noise and mess,

My soul still whispers one word yes.

When the night is long and hope feels thin,

I open my heart and let You in.

Don’t wrestle with the winds of fate,

Don’t close your soul or hesitate.

Divine delay is not denial,

It’s grace that waits a little while.

If You ask more, I won’t protest,

Though weary, torn, and under stress.

I’ll climb the hill, I’ll bear the weight

My yes will echo past the gate.

Creator, call me where You please,

I’ll walk through fire or stormy seas.

I don’t need gold, I don’t wear crowns,

Yet still I rise from all my downs.

No car that shines, no wealthy chest,

But I’ve been richly spirit-blessed.

My clothes are worn, my path unclear,

But still I know that You are near.

They left me in my time of lack,

Turned their heads, never looked back.

Still I rise through grief and debt,

And whisper yes with no regret.

Though mud may cling and chains may bind,

Your breath still moves within my mind.

I lean not on what I can see

I trust the path You lay for me.

The fog may thicken, lights grow dim,

But still I march because of Him.

You call me higher, call me true,

And yes, I’ll go if it’s with You.

You said to seek, You said to find,

To shed the weight, renew the mind.

So here I stand, stripped and free,

Rooted strong, just like a tree.

Your mercy drips like morning dew,

Each drop, a promise born anew.

And though the windows all are cracked,

Still I know You’ve got my back.

Creator, hear my vow today I won’t run, I will obey.

I’ve wandered far, been lost and blind,

But now I leave that self behind.

There’s more You want, more to unfold,

A story that has yet been told.

You said, “Come higher, do not rest,”

And I replied with all my best:

Yes when I’m low, yes when I’m high,

Yes in the grave, yes when I fly.

Yes in the dark, yes in the light,

Yes when I’m wrong, yes when I’m right.

My yes is worn but still it shines,

A sacred vow through crooked lines.

A whispered prayer in storm and stress Still I speak: I say yes.

The flood may rise above my knees,

The thunder shake the tallest trees,

But even if I cannot see,

I’ll walk, because You walk with me.

I don’t pretend to know the way,

But I’ll keep walking anyway.

For You’ve been faithful, tried and true,

And I belong, Creator, to You.

So light my path, or blind my eyes Still I’ll reach for higher skies.

This yes is carved from pain and dust,

It’s not in wealth, but in my trust.

Say “Come,” and I will not delay,

Say “Go,” and I’ll be on my way.

I’ve made my mind up no more guess My heart replies with one word:

Yes.