Still I Rise: A song of Hope

Описание: STILL I RISE

There were days I couldn’t move,
Just breathing felt like war.
I begged the light to find me,
While curled up on the floor.
My thoughts became a prison,
No key, no open door—
But somewhere deep within me,
A whisper said, “Hold on once more.”

I’ve been down to the valley,
Where the silence nearly won.
But I kept on walking slowly
Through the shadow toward the sun.

Still I rise, through the pain,
Through the thunder, through the rain.
Though my soul was bruised and torn,
Hope kept singing through the storm.
You can break me, shake me,
Leave me crying through the night—
But by grace, by faith,
Still I rise.

I wore a thousand faces,
But none of them were me.
Smiled for all the world to see,
While inside I couldn’t breathe.
But every tear that fell like rain
Was watering a seed,
And now I see the garden
Growing from my grief.

I’ve known the taste of darkness,
I’ve wrestled with the doubt.
But even in the silence,
My spirit cried out loud…

Still I rise, through the pain,
Through the thunder, through the rain.
Though my soul was bruised and torn,
Hope kept singing through the storm.
You can break me, shake me,
Leave me crying through the night—
But by grace, by faith,
Still I rise.

Now I lift up the broken,
I see them in their fight.
I tell them they are not alone,
That morning follows night.
What crushed me nearly ended me—
But it also gave me sight.
There’s power in the rising,
And healing in the light.

So if you’re in the shadows,
And you think you’ve lost the way—
Just hold on one more moment,
You’re gonna see the day…

Still I rise, through the pain,
Through the thunder, through the rain.
Though my soul was bruised and torn,
Hope kept singing through the storm.
You can break me, shake me,
Leave me crying through the night—
But by grace, by faith,
Still I rise.

Not because I’m strong—
But because I’m held.
Not because I never broke—
But because I never fell away completely.
He stayed with me in the dark—
And He carried me through.
Still I rise.
Still I rise.

Still I rise, still I stand,
By a strength not of my hand.
When the night would not let go,
Love reached deeper than the low.
You can break me, shake me,
But my soul will testify:
By grace, by faith,
Still I rise.