River Rise Revival
Morning broke in crimson,
lightning on the bayou’s skin.
I heard the river rumble,
felt redemption rollin’ in.
The mud was cold beneath me,
but my soul began to rise—
sometimes you gotta kneel down
just to stand up to the skies.
River rise revival,
lift me with your holy sound.
Shake the dust of sorrow
’til my feet don’t touch the ground.
Oh brother, sing it louder,
let the spirit claim its prize—
we’re climbing out of darkness
in a river rise revival.
Met a woman by the cotton mill,
voice like burning coal.
She said, “Child, the Lord is patient,
but the blues will take its toll.”
She stomped the ground in rhythm,
made the pinewoods tremble deep—
and every broken heartbeat
found a place it dared to keep.
Lead: Can you feel that fire rising?
Response: Let it shine, let it glow!
Lead: I been running from my shadows—
Response: Lay ’em down, let ’em go!
River rise revival,
lift me with your holy sound.
Shake the dust of sorrow
’til my feet don’t touch the ground.
Oh brother, sing it louder,
let the spirit claim its prize—
we’re climbing out of darkness
in a river rise revival.
When the night falls gentle,
and the crickets harmonize—
I hear the river calling
to a soul that finally rise.
S.
Song: https://www.ganjingworld.com/s/8gEBBEw9bB