
I told my mother what troubled my heart
I saw the worry as she took me in her arms
I told the preacher, and he looked at me
And I saw the rising that never let me be
Oh the rising
From weak things the great things
Are rising, rising
The persecution, the spirit, the peace
The spirit of God like a fire it spread
Calling the nations put a price upon our heads
Running through darkness and running to light
Praying on our knees for one more day every night
I don’t know all the answers but I do my best
To live up to the rising that won’t let me rest
Oh the rising…
