"Rise up,
Dear Warrior." He knocked on the chambers of my heart as I sleep. "Rise up, Dear Warrior," "I have words to give to you, they are filling up inside of me and I can't sleep, Rise up." "I've got children crying, homes destroyed, relationships broken, lost and lonely girls and boys, Rise up." "There is this war in the Middle East you see and refugees with no justice, land left in ruins from a vicious defeat, and I am worried about the souls there, my holy land is as dry as the desert heat, and my spirit it is in need. It is the only thing that will keep these men and women from their hatred, fighting and grief. It is the only thing that will bring peace, Rise up. My justice is needed." "You know that man you passed, lying barefoot on the streets of Chicago? He tossed and turned on cold stone concrete, while many slept at ease, under roofs, in beds with pillows. And there is a widow, you know her too, she's in your family I have counted each of her tears. I have heard all of her fears, and every time you come to me, I hold her a little nearer, I bring her into my comforting arms And in my love she finds strength And in my compassion she finds strength And in your prayers, she finds strength to Rise up." "Rise up, Dear warrior. There are words I want to give to you, They are filling up inside of me and I can't sleep. Rise up, Dear warrior."
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