Rise you Kings,
and Queens.
Rise out of the caves,
the sad songs.
Look forward,
you have today.
God has given you potential,
you are potential in seed form.
Rise,
and Live.
Forgive,
and live.
Arise,
and shine.
Shine,
shine for God’s glory.
The season is now,
be the city on the hill.
The light of the world,
the salt of the earth,
the sweet smelling fracgrance.
By faith through grace you can, you can rise.
Poem by Chrissie Christana
© 6.7.21