“I rise, I rise” a worship poem from LWillows

IRiseIRiseBeloved

I rise, I rise. I wait, I wait.
I hope, I hope.
This day comes new,
hearts turn to You
Lifted, Risen,
we gaze lit view.

Come hours ahead
may steps be strong.
Fall all, call towards
Your glory, its song.
These hours, the minutes;
the sum
be Yours.

I rise, I rise. I wait, I wait.
I hope, I hope.
This heart made new
each hour full given.
Loved, lifted, risen,
from here in my pew.

© 2018 Linda Willows

Romans 15:13 Now may the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that you may abound in hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.

Psalm 33:18 Behold, the eye of the LORD is on those who fear Him, On those who hope for His lovingkindness,

1 Timothy 4:10 For it is for this we labor and strive, because we have fixed our hope on the living God, who is the Savior of all men, especially of believers.

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