Yet I Arise

You ruth­less­ly beat me down
Yet, I arise
I refuse to per­ish at your hand
You strike again, again and again
Yet, I arise
Rage fills you and empow­ers anoth­er blow
Yet, I arise
Per­plexed by your inabil­i­ty to destroy you curse
Yet, I stand firm
Weak and piti­ful, yet unyield­ing and strong
How can it be, where does the strength come from?
Anoth­er onslaught from the rag­ing one
Yet, I arise
Angry and defeat­ed you spew dis­gust and leave
Falling to my knees I pro­claim
Thank you Lord for lift­ing me

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