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...