I will lift a finger for you

I will lift both hands too

Always in my mind

I’m heavy lifting all the time

hoping I can be one to help you rise.

Won’t you rise above all your sorrow?

Won’t you rise above self doubt and fear?

If the words are hidden here

I will lift them in the clear

so that I can be one to help you rise.

I would raise the bar of your achievements

and raise every expectation fulfilled.

I cannot raise you from the dead

but I can lift you up instead,

lift you up so you can rise.

Won’t you rise above all your anger?

Won’t you rise above your pain and loss?

If love’s an aching scar

I would lift you to the stars

so that beyond all hurt I could see you rise.

You are my brother, sister, neighbor;

I love you for I love your creator.

Though each of us is flawed

and through our failings other fall

let each by each other be absolved

for we are called to help each other rise.

Let us rise above the scars inflicted on us.

Let us rise above blood boiling in our veins.

If we imitate the good

we will be free of flesh and blood

and in freedom watch each other rise.

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