This Year I Rise

This year I rise (I rise),
By the grace of the living God.
Favor on my left,
Mercy on my road.

January morning, and a brand-new page (brand-new),
I dey kneel down low and pray before the sun.
Last year carry plenty heavy burden,
But that heavy season, e don done.
I no go carry any old-time worry (no o)
Into this brand-new open door.
All wetin fear collect from me,
My God go pay am back with more.
There's fresh oil upon my forehead (fresh oil),
And a shout I never had before.

I don tie my shoe for the journey (tie am well),
I don pack up all my faith for the ride —
Watch me step right into my season:

This year I rise (I rise),
By the grace of God.
Favor on my left, mercy on my road —
This year I rise.

No fear in my eyes (no fear),
Heaven knows my name.
I'm covered all the way —
This year I rise.

Those days the pocket empty (empty),
And the people wey I trust dem walk away.
I dey look the sky for any answer
While the rain dey beat me every single day.
But the God wey dey feed the sparrow (feed am)
E don lift my head where the mockers stand.
Now the very stone dem throw away,
Na the cornerstone inside the Master's hand.
There's a new name for the new road (new name),
And favor run ahead to clear my ground.

Over my children (this year they rise),
Over my work and my dreams (this year they grow),
Over my going and my coming (God covers all).
Every door wey lock, He break am down —
I no go beg for what is mine,
Grace already wrote it down.
Wetin nearly bury me last year,
Na the very thing wey lift me now!

This year I rise (I rise),
By the grace of God.
Favor on my left, mercy on my road —
And nothing can hold me down again!

This year I rise (I rise),
Fresh oil upon my head.
Grace go carry me forward,
This year I rise,
Fresh oil, brand-new day.