Woke up after a peaceful night
My heart was where it belonged
In the middle of my life
Filled with the Spirit of God
Reaching for another new day
Rising with the Son

Walked out into the city
Saw the light of the only way
In the middle of my being
With hope of a new beginning
Running into it, arms wide open
Rising with the Son

Life is not without its trials
My walk not without its miles
To go before I can sleep
Hope is not always like the dream
But faith remains in the name
Rising with the Son

I’m rising with the Son
No hope or dream without Him
Vision is a fleeting thing
Looking through blinded eyes
Seeking is without a solution
Without the rising Son
I have fallen, but I’m rising with the Son

© 2017 Tim D. Coulter Sr.