Lift up the feeble hands that hang Discouraged by this life of pain. Lift them high in praise of Him Who promised He will come again. Lift up your heads and scan the sky. Observe the clouds that quickly fly As sands of time slip swiftly by, And listen for His conquering cry. Look up, dear saints, with courage stand Obeying all our Lord’s commands. Lift up your hearts, your voice and sing, For we await our coming King!
Psalm 24: 7 Lift up your heads, O ye gates; and be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in. 8 Who is this King of glory? The Lord strong and mighty, the Lord mighty in battle.9 Lift up your heads, O ye gates; even lift them up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in. 10 Who is this King of glory? The Lord of hosts, he is the King of glory.
Hebrews 12:12 Wherefore lift up the hands which hang down, and the feeble knees; 13 And make straight paths for your feet, lest that which is lame be turned out of the way; but let it rather be healed.
Photo: Above the Clouds, Beth Mims