There's a stirring deep within me
Could it be my time has come?
Where I'll see my gracious Savior
Face to face when all is done
Is that His voice I am hearing?
"Come away, My precious one"
Is He calling me, is He calling me?
I will rise up, rise up
Then bow down
And lay my crown
At His wounded feet
I will rise up, rise up
Then bow down
And lay my crown
At His wounded feet
Is that His voice I am hearing?
"Come away, My precious one"
I will rise up, rise up
Then bow down
And lay my crown
At His wounded feet
At His wounded feet
There’s a Stirring was written by Annie Herring.