A brown leaf ripens in the Son
A decision made for everyone
On a hill marked with blood
and watched with a Father's eyes
A blind man sees walking trees
and the covenant crown lies at His feet
I will rise in Him
while the willow whispers
strengths untold
and the honey flows
in lands of old
I will rise in Him
Silver streams ran down her face
but behold amazing grace
A few more days
A little longer we wait
till we will rise in Him
A golden goblet is stained
and she thirsts as the deer
she climbs up like a bear
and is watched with a Father's eyes
Until we rise in Him.
Lily Bajo
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 11:06 AM UTC
A brown leaf ripens in the Son
A decision made for everyone
On a hill marked with blood
and watched with a Father's eyes
A blind man sees walking trees
and the covenant crown lies at His feet
I will rise in Him
while the willow whispers
strengths untold
and the honey flows
in lands of old
I will rise in Him
Silver streams ran down her face
but behold amazing grace
A few more days
A little longer we wait
till we will rise in Him
A golden goblet is stained
and she thirsts as the deer
she climbs up like a bear
and is watched with a Father's eyes
Until we rise in Him.
Lily Bajo