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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

The rising
The boy, the faith, the prayers, the hate
From weak things the great things are rising
The love, the fear, the fire, the tears
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 from darkness and running to light
Praying on our knees for one more day every night

Repeat chorus

I don’t know all the answers but I do my best
To live up to the rising that won’t let me rest

Repeat chorus

Is rising

words and music by Jason Deere

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