I Rise Poem by Greg Oosterhouse

When others inhibit my speech, I rise.
When verbal words are out of reach, I rise.
When the world brings me down, I rise.
When all I can do is wear a frown, I rise.
When I am taking my last breath, and I am laid down
in the grave in death, the Lord calls to me, and then...

I RISE! I RISE! I RISE!
I float up to the skies!

The Lord takes my hand
and looks me in the eyes.

I RISE! I RISE! I RISE!

Rise up, oh brethren,
Rise and let's praise Him!
He will favor you
Forever and ever!
Let nothing stop you,
March on forever!
Persist in His glory,
Blessings will rain on you.

When the world forsook Jesus' ministry,
When even His best friends fled the scene,
When He was scourged to near death,
When He hung on the cross 'til His last breath,
And He was laid in the tomb, sentenced to spend
eternity in the earth's womb, His Father spoke, and then...

HE AROSE! HE AROSE! HE AROSE!

Rise up, oh Jesus,
Conquer all evil.
Save all the lost souls,
Shield them in your love.
Thank you, oh Jesus,
For giving your life
To show that you love us.
We praise you forever!
Amen!