The Woe of Yahuah Upon Them

The Woe of Yahuah Upon Them is a worship song by ZoreaYahu, released 2026-05-14. It is part of ZoreaYahu's restoration music, centered on the Name of Yahuah.

You hear that?
That’s not thunder…
That’s judgment loading.
Because Yahuah told them.
They ignored Him.
Now comes the “woe.”
Woe unto you who take the tithe
But hide the truth that the Torah died
Not by Yahusha, but your own hands
You left His law for the rules of man
Woe to the pastors who bless in lies
You preach for fame, but the sheep still cry
You wear His Name, but don’t walk His ways
You teach the people that sin still pays
Woe to the singers with gospel beats
But hide His Name to keep your seats
You call Him “Lord,” but that ain’t right
He gave you His Name speak it in light
Yahuah said, “Do not follow Rome”
But you brought their feasts into your home
You bake your cakes to the sun in spring
You dress like idols and dance and sing
Woe to the ones who praise His birth
On a pagan day with no scroll worth
He said remember His Moedim
But you chose Christmas, you chose the dream
You bring out trees, you light your flame
But never once call on His Name
You changed the times, you flipped His Word
Now judgment rides with every sword
Woe to those who skip the feast
Pass by Pesach, but celebrate beasts
Woe to the ones who hide the New Moon
But give their kids a birthday balloon
He said don’t worship how nations do
But you copy their customs and say it’s true
You bring out eggs, dress in white
But never keep His Sabbath right
You go to church but forget His day
You kneel to Rome and you love their way
You hate the Torah, but love the show
Woe unto you, Yahuah gon’ throw
Throw down temples built on sand
Shake foundations made by man
You said His Name don’t really matter
But He gon’ make the liars scatter
He said, “Call Me by My Name”
But you chose titles and played the game
He said, “Keep My Words”, you tossed them out
Now He gon’ rise with a shout
He gon’ burn every idol low
He gon’ shake every fake show
He gon’ raise up only truth
And silence every slick-mouth booth
Woe to the schools that twist the scrolls
Who teach our children with pagan goals
You stole His Name, you changed the map
Now He gon’ tear your towers flat
Woe to the rich who blind the poor
Who buy the system and still want more
Woe to the ones who poison the land
Sprayin’ the skies with a wicked hand
Woe to the doctors that lie for pay
Sayin’ “You need this pill today”
But won’t say rest or eat what’s clean
You trade their lives for a pharma scheme
Woe to the courts that sell the law
But lock up the meek and let wolves gnaw
Woe to the nations who starve the weak
And say “It’s war” while children weep
Woe to the ones who bless with lips
But in their heart they love the scripts
That teach them “grace” without the fight
And leave the Torah out of sight
Woe to the preachers who smile and lie
Who say “God” but never testify
That Yahusha reigns and paid the cost
That sin is sin, and lost is lost
Woe to the ones who think He’s soft
Who build big churches and preach Him off
He said, “You shall not add or take”
But you twisted truth for your own sake
Woe to the ones who claim to heal
But sell the oil and fake the feel
Woe to the stage with the smoke and lights
That mocks the fire of set-apart nights
Woe to the fathers who never teach
Who work for gain but never reach
To guide their homes in Yahuah’s ways
But give them Rome on feast days
Woe to the ones who know the Name
But hide it still to play the game
He said, “Declare Me before men”
Or I won’t speak your name again
Woe to the women who teach to sin
Who dress for flesh and drag men in
You traded robes for tighter skin
But His fire sees what’s deep within
Woe to the nations that steal and kill
That plant false flags and break His will
That take the land and call it peace
But never let the captives cease
Woe to the ones who block the gate
Who sell His Word and twist His fate
Yahuah gon’ break every chain
And flood this earth with holy rain
So woe…
To the fakes who play the part
To the cold, deceived heart
To the priests of greed
To the wolves who never feed
This is not a game, this is the cry
Yahuah speaks, don’t pass Him by
Every word He said gon’ come
The sky gon’ crack, the fire gon’ run
And on that Day, no lie gon’ stand
No title, no charm, no man
Only those who keep His way
Will rise with Him on that Day
Yahu
He said it plain.
But they still chose names He never gave.
Woe… unto them.

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