I am angry, but I am rising—born of fire, wrath, faith, in The Holy Spirit.
I wake, uncertain—
Not knowing what my heart holds,
A storm stirs within my soul,
Roots fractured deep, like a tree untethered.
I have allowed too much.
Time, stolen.
Spirit, bruised.
And today, I rise—
With holy anger, not of wrath but of righteousness.
I have been brutally deceived,
Taken advantage of,
Shaped into a human I hardly recognize
No more.
I am angry—
With myself,
For letting my soul linger in shadows,
For silencing my spirit’s voice,
For allowing the chains to tighten, unseen.
I am angry—
With those who stole,
Who devoured pieces of me,
Took what was mine, left me hollow.
But enough is enough.
No longer will I stand by,
No longer will I allow this trespass.
In Christ, I reclaim what’s mine,
I stand in my destiny, unshaken.
I rise from the footpath,
No longer a tool to be trodden,
But a new creation—
Born of fire, faith, and holy wrath.
Forgiven, yes,
But never again will I bow,
Never again will I break,
I move forward, undeterred.
A new day dawns,
I lift my soul to the sky,
With my spirit in Christ,
I stand unbroken,
I am rising. I arise.
With sacred anger, I rise—not in wrath, but in righteousness.
I rise from the shadows, reclaiming my spirit’s voice.
Isaiah 40:31 -NIV
“But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.”
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