It’s time to rise,
It’s time to fly,
Out of terror and hate,
Out of the nooses kept round your nape,
Out of the blindfolds that've blocked your sight,
It's time to stop the perpetual counterproductive fight.
It’s time to rise,
It’s time to fly,
Into the brilliant colors I painted on My sky.
My hands sculpted greatness the day I made you.
You get to march to the beat of the drum I fashioned just for you.
Magnificence is all around, planted deep in your ground.
Can you hear it??
Dry bones being brought to life.
Thousands of years worth of lies hold no power,
They’ve been plied.
It’s time to rise.
It’s time to fly.
Brilliant diamonds in the night sky.
Born of royal blood.
Your crown is steadied by My hand.
Greatness is My Rock, upon which you stand.
Guided by My light,
I direct all your plans.
In the cleft of My wings,
Over you I sing songs of love
Birthing new sounds,
Springing up from the ground.
You have risen.
Now you fly.
Nothing will keep you down.
Fortified on every side.
Plied of the lies.
You run for the edge,
Leaping, you take the skies.
Nothing will keep you from issuing the new sounds.
For I wrote them upon your heart long ago, to free lost souls.
You are My greatness walking.
Death defying.
Never sighing.
Let My joy and laughter overtake you now.
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