Letra da Música The Rising de The Nashville Tribute Band

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
And 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, 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 through 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, rising
(the love, the fear, the fire, the tears)
The persecution, the spirit, the peace

I don't know all the answers but I do my best
To live up to the rising that won't let me rest

Oh the rising...