Son, Rise
"I can hardly bear that kind of pain;
upon Your weary brow,
even though I know this evil deed
must be done.
I have been with You since Your life began;
and I won't leave You, now.
You're My crown, My glory,
oh, Most Holy One.
But; You know My eyes see deeper
than human tongues can tell,
and what I've seen,
has torn my Heart apart.
My creation is in chains,
bound for a prison cell.
You will be the Light
that frees them from the dark.
Son...rise. As sure as You were born,
My Son, you're gonna rise again,
come Resurrection Morn."
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Now; somewhere up above;
a Prince smiles at a King,
and with Heaven's hosts,
His children now can sing..
"Son...rise. As sure as You were born,
My Son, you're gonna rise again,
come Resurrection Morn."
Son...rise. And as sure as I was born,
the Sun of Glory rose again,
on Resurrection Morn...
Copyright © Carol Richard Weyler | Year Posted 2011
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