Worship on the Rise

You say it’s not the time, that your love for me can wait…Your Worship is a waste the cheapest kind

So I’m pushed aside, while you labor for your own…You’re tryin’ to get ahead with Me behind

In this barren place, Your bags are full of holes…You’re sinking like the sun beneath the sand

My Rod is grace So turn to Me again that you may feel the warmth of My embrace

O Haggai point My Beloved to the skies

O Malachi plead for a Worship on the Rise

You say, “How have You loved?” Like you brought yourself to life…Your arrogance betrays what I have done

You offer what is cheap but I will Sacrifice My Son…My Servant lays His life down for My Sheep

In this barren place, Your bags are full of holes…You’re sinking like the sun beneath the sand

My Rod is grace So turn to Me again that you may feel the warmth of My embrace

O Haggai point My Beloved to the skies

O Malachi plead for a Worship on the Rise

I’m moving back to You. O I despise where I have been…My wanderin, my sin, I grieve within

O wretched man I am for I have tasted so much more the sweetness of your presence draws me in.

From this barren place, My life is full of holes and I’m sinking like that Sun beneath the sand

Your Rod is grace I’m turning from my sin to walk as one within Your Royal race

O Church Awake You are Beloved in His eyes

Prioritize and reach For a Worship on the Rise