I have risen from the sands
And let the grading bits
Fall back down to earth
Away from my garments
And new, tall position.
I will not let the leaving tide
Steal away the hope I had,
And in rising I regain that faith
That there is something worth standing for,
And in wiping away the falling grains
I prepare for what there is to be clean for;
That joy, that relief, the light, and the love
All shall reign when I find them,
But I must stand to look
Now that the easy rolling tide
Has fallen away from me.
