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Rise, O House of Israel

I walked where faith lay worn and scattered, Promises buried under drifting years. Hearts grown still from waiting too long, A chosen people learning how to hear again. My voice is small, but it stands and speaks, Calling names the world forgot, Trusting the Lord still remembers His own. Step by step the silence softens, Not with fire—just truth made plain. I feel the word before it reaches me, A stirring where hope once stood still. Breath returns, slow and steady, As if the valley itself leans in, Listening for the voice of God. Is this where faith begins? Dust aligning with eternal law, A scattered house remembering The sound of covenant and home. Rise—by the power of the Spirit. Rise—by the word of the Lord. From the breath that restores the broken, From the call that gathers the lost, Rise… Rise, O house of Israel. A command moves through the valley— Not fear, but divine design. The word is spoken, and the earth responds, As bone meets bone in sacred order. Sinews form by appointed law, Life returns by heaven’s breath— A people restored not by might, But by the Spirit of the Lord. Now the ground resounds like holy ground, Footsteps turning toward the covenant path. Where exile once dimmed our vision, Now light gathers, line upon line. We remember who we are Because the Lord remembers us, And calls us to stand once more. Rise—every breath a promise renewed. Rise—every heart aligned with truth. From the valley of doubt and division To the strength of a living faith, Rise… Rise, ye gathered saints, rise. “Thus saith the Lord: I will open your graves, I will bring you up, And I will place My Spirit within you— And ye shall live.”