Rise

A humble plea on bended knees,

A cry for strength beyond my own,

A thankful heart for what has been given,

For all the joys that I have known.

Silence fills the air around me,

Quietly I sit alone,

Pondering the paths I’ve chosen,

And most of all the paths You’ve shown.

Another prayer from deep inside,

Rushes forth to heaven high,

Help me forgive as thou hast forgiven,

Forgive me Lord, my heart does cry.

Again the silence fills the air

To mix with broken heartedness.

The ashes of my offering,

Lay around in spiritual softness.

And then, a voice, so soft yet loud,

Echoes through my heart and mind;

A voice with power beyond the earthly,

Yet in this power is peace to find.

“Rise, my child, be not lowly,

Lift thy heart to God and sing,

For I am the one and only

Who to your heart sweet peace can bring.

Lift thy soul out of the ashes.

Rise up from the blowing dust,

Lean upon my understanding,

On My arm alone you must trust.

My light is shining round about you

Guiding you along this path,

And if you remain ever faithful,

I will give you all that I hath.”

Warmth and comfort fill my chest,

Calmness, joy return to me.

Bless the Lord for understanding,

Bless the Lord who made me free.

--Copyright Ben Petersen, October 7th, 2007--