When we feel like life has knocked us out
Like there is nowhere to run or no one to lend a hand
Our thoughts of life stay filled with doubt
Roaming through our own personal wasteland

God our Father watches with unease
Knowing His love is for all and not some
His request to us is Come, my child please
Rise, My Beloved from Satan’s slum

This life is not where we will finish
You’re worth more than pure gold
Don’t wait on good luck and wishes
For that is unhealthy, as if you were breathing in mold

Rise, My Beloved from Satan’s slum
Allow your heart to feel My embrace
All of your brokenness I will overcome
Oh, to see the Freedom and joy in your face

You were created by me, The Great I AM
As elegantly as I created the stars
Your are protected, My Beloved, by the Blood of the Lamb
This is a promise from Jesus through his eternal scars