The Gold That Was Buried
Today I spring up
I arise from the dead
Dead and buried long deep
Deep in the blackest darkness
Yes I spring up
Today I spring up
I decline to die again
I resuscitate outstanding gifting and talents
The gold that's within
Must up rise and radiate
Today I spring up
Tell my mates I’ve risen
Risen so high, high to radiate the world
With my gifting and talents
With gold in my hand I arise
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