Rising

Shadowy fingers reach from the ground, Searching for my throat. Devils and demons fly from their graves, They've come to rave and gloat. I believed their lies and tore my clothes, Ripped my life apart. I look ahead with hopeful eyes, But all I see is dark. I felt the burn shred my soul, The moment that I fell. I know by this isolated breeze, That I am now in Hell. Their sharp claws pierce my heart, But still I look ahead. I can see now through the haze, A glimpse of what God said. He picks me up with gentle fingers, Caressing my brokeness. He takes me to a happy place, Where I can finally rest. And so I sit wiser now, All my pain is gone. I've been saved by the Lord my God, Meant to sing a new song.