you may
write me twisted lines!
paint me with every dirt!
throw dust in my eyes!
'cause
I t’walk like
I've got it all!
'cause
I smile like
I’d run an extra mile!
hate me!
upset me!
spit on me!
beat me!
bend me!
bind me!
blind me!
mock me!
break me!
burn me!
but still, I'll rise!
write my name
in the book of shame!
break me lame!
bringing me to the grave!
But I will rise above!
like the sunlight…
like the dust…
like the kite…
I'll rise by the might
of the Almighty.
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We overcome not by power nor by might.... but by the grace of God.
He alone lifts up those who call upon His name. (See Romans 10: 9,13) . He says, 'do not fear those things you are about to suffer...
be faithful until death, and I will give you the crown of life.' Revelation 2: 10.
Graciously, nomatter where one is, when we call on Jesus, He will come and save us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem