Rise Above
I will rise above
The pit that
Satanic creatures
Trampled me in
They pushed and
Shoved me to
The brinks of disaster
Only to call my Master
To assist me in rising
Above the enemy
He was making me
Rise although the
Enemy kept me
Falling, crawling,
With my eyes bawling
In rich tears,
Because Satan
Knows my purpose
And does not want me
Here. I'm rising above
All of the destructive
Measures like a huge
Hot-air balloons
Hot energy from
The enemy makes me
Rise above with my
Father with much love
To draw wings in the
Sky like a majestic dove.
When the enemy comes
On me like a flood of heat,
The fire will make me burn
And yearn for it to away
But in the process God
Gets to do His best in
The oven and I rise above
In God's grand love.
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