Poem inspired by Mark 5:41
It is time to get up little girl, morning has come.
I've painted the sunrise,
Come look what I've done!
I caught every tear last night,
Every dream you thought dead,
Was just merely sleeping,
Come, get out of bed!
I want you to see,
my mercies are new each day
I am not one minute late or early,
The gift is today!
To resurrect NEW life,
What is dead must die.
But you are not dead,
So why do you still lie?
Come get some food
you are but a daughter,
You must eat to grow stronger
And replenish your water.
I want to show you each tear in my chalice,
Each one in my book.
I've turned them into diamonds, come and take a look!
Not one was wasted,
not an ounce of heartache left unrecorded.
Come and see the better plan I have written, my daughter you are rewarded!
Your Father has not given up on you,
Don't give up on Him.
I will always be with you!
Let ARISE be your hymn.