The Rising

As I've posted in my previous entry, I'm really hooked up in listening to EFY songs these days. Here's another wonderful piece I've encountered, entitled The Rising, written by Jason Deere:

LYRICS:

I told my mother what troubled my heart
I saw the worry as she took me in her arms
I told the preacher, and he looked at me
And I saw the rising that never let me be

       Oh the rising
(The boy, the faith, the prayers, the hate)
       From weak things the great things
Are rising, rising
(The love, the fear, the fire, the tears)
The persecution, the spirit, the peace

       The spirit of God like a fire it spread
       Calling the nations put a price upon our heads
       Running through darkness and running to light
       Praying on our knees for one more day every night

       Amid the rising
(The boy, the faith, the prayers, the hate)
       From weak things the great things
Are rising, rising
(The love, the fear, the fire, the tears)

The persecution, the spirit, the peace

       I don’t know all the answers but I do my best
       To live up to the rising that won’t let me rest

Oh the rising…

True. From weak things, great things are founded. Also, when we fail, we must not stop there and accept our failure. Something must be founded upon that failure.

How about you? Do you feel like you're a big weakling? Well, then, start discovering your potentials and do your berst!=)