# Rise Up, My Love

Language: en  
Author: Megan I\. Neill, age 18  
Original issue: The Heartbeat of The Remnant, March/April 2011, Number 2  
Source pages: 22  
Read article: <https://remnant.truechristian.church/en/poetry/rise-up-my-love/>
Original PDF: 2011\-03\-Remnant\.pdf
[The Heartbeat of The Remnant, March/April 2011](<https://remnant.truechristian.church/en/issues/heartbeat-remnant-2011-03/>)

![A waterfall cascading between steep rocky slopes](<https://remnant.truechristian.church/images/articles/ff3b4cdb-d91c-4c75-86b5-f15e1d51c5ce-1.jpg>)

Rise up, My Love, and come away,  
 My Fair One, come with Me;  
 My love, My Dove, My Perfect One,  
 For I have chosen thee\.

My arms will bear you upward,  
 My strength will make you strong;  
 My love for you is better,  
 And this shall be your song\.

My love might take you to be threshed,  
 Beaten, wounded, bruised;  
 The chaff removed, the good grain left,  
 But whole, it can’t be used\.

My love might take you to be ground,  
 Though beautiful, you’re whole;  
 My eyes behold the *broken* heart,  
 The humble, contrite soul\.

My love might take you to be formed,  
 The Potter’s wheel might be,  
 The way I choose to shape and mold  
 A vessel just for Me\.

As clay is in the potter’s hand,  
 The same are you to Me;  
 Cut, then kneaded, shaped, and formed,  
 Though now, you may not see\.

But while you lay yourself away,  
 Have your will lost in Mine;  
 Then I can shape as I see fit,  
 A vessel fair and fine\.

My love might take you to the fire,  
 Though hot the furnace be;  
 For only gold refined from dross  
 Is fit enough for Me\.

And glorious jewels and choicest stones  
 Don’t come without the heat;  
 Pain is before the victory,  
 As with the clay and wheat\.

And if in love I see a cross  
 Of other sorts would be,  
 A better way to draw you up,  
 And bring you up to Me,

Then lay your will aside again,  
 Accept the cross I bring;  
 For though you may not understand,  
 Just closer to Me cling\.

And as your will be more of Mine,  
 The pain will lesser be;  
 And as you walk this rugged trail,  
 I’ll walk along with thee\.

Then let your gaze be set on high,  
 Your pathway upward lead;  
 Your thoughts be that of Me alone,  
 And in My pastures feed\.

For My love to you is boundless,  
 It passes measured line;  
 My Loved One, thou art pleasant,  
 My Treasure, thou art Mine\.

Thou art all fair, My Loved One,  
 There is no spot in thee;  
 Arise, My Love, My Fair One,  
 And come away with Me\.

*Megan Neill lives near Lancaster, Pennsylvania, where she attends Living Hope Christian Fellowship\.*