Rise Up - Charles Billingsley Lyrics

Children of the King have certain privileges
We can run into the throne room without knocking on the door
Children of the Father have cerain honors
We can kneel at the feet of the Lord
We don't need a holy temple or a sacred place to go
To come into His presence and make our petitions known
To our praise and adoration He will lend an ear
And the smallest of confessions, He always hears....so,
Pray, all His children
Pray, seek the Lord today
And take hold of heaven
Pray, all his children
Pray, there's no other way
To take hold of heaven
Everybody wants to change America
But nobody's ever going to if we take it on ourselves
And everybody's tryin' to mend our troubles
But we can't heal this land without His help
So let us humble our hearts and yearn to see His face
And with great anticipation let's experience His grace
Boldly come before Him with all that we are
And receive a holy pardon that cleanse every part
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United hearts of a holy church
Join with one another in a symbol of unity
Let's come together from every corner of the earth
And in the Father's name on our bended knees we come to
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