11/08/2025
“Let Me Rise”
I’m tired —
Tired of battles I never asked to fight,
Of shadows cast by hands that smile in light.
Tired of storms I cannot still,
Of climbing hills that break my will.
They come —
Uninvited, cloaked in charm,
To sow their doubt, to do me harm.
They speak of me in twisted tones,
While truth sits quiet, skin and bones.
I’ve watched my blessings stall mid-flight,
Held down by envy, masked as right.
They gather lies like sacred lore,
While my truth waits outside the door.
But I am not theirs to define.
My soul is stitched with threads divine.
So God, I call with weary breath—
Remove the weight, the spite, the death.
Replace the thorns with blooming grace,
Bring peace to fill this hollow space.
Let love walk in where hate once stood,
Let light reclaim what once was good.
I’m tired, Lord, but still I stand.
With trembling heart and open hand.
Surround me now with those who lift,
Who see my soul, who share the gift.
Let me rise, not just survive—
Let truth and joy keep me alive.
And if they come to tear again,
Let me be stronger than I’ve been.
By: Khamai Rozier
