Oh, Son, rise and shine down on my soul.
Frozen valley where darkness won’t let go.
Fog you can feel chokes the morning air.
Oh, Son, I know you are there, somewhere.

Your presence encompasses this globe.
There is no clump of dirt where you are not.
My inner world like a distant moon’s terrain
Frigid, far-flung, oh please shine again.

Rise up, high above my snowy Everest.
It takes my breath away, my jaw drops.
But it’s only an anthill compared to you.
May your light crest and shine through.

As you rise, let this polar night end.
Melt springs so flowers can clap their hands.
May the birds flutter and sing and soar.
Oh Son, radiate and warm my soul once more.

I’ve tossed and turned in the night too long.
Oh Son, rise so I may rise this morning.
And run my race with your fire blazing.
Oh Son, may all my days revolve around you.