The Rising (feat. Jimi Westbrook)

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.
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...
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 from 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...
The love, the fear, the fire, the tears.
The persecution, the spirit, the peace

I don't know all the answers,
But I'll do my best.
To live up to the rising.
That won't let me rest,
Oh help me!

The boy, the faith, the prayers, the hate.
From weak things, the great things are
Rising...
The love, the fear, the fire, the tears.
The persecution, the spirit, the peace.

The boy, the faith, the prayers, the hate.
From weak things, the great things are
Rising...
The love, the fear, the fire, the tears.
The persecution, the spirit, the peace.

Is rising...
Rising...