Lift your weary head dear Purple Rose.
Breathe in the sights and smells through your nose.
Smell the freedom God always provides.
A way of escape, a place for you to run and hide.
To the strong tower, your lighthouse on a hill.
Whose arms are open while saying, “Know and be still”
Life can roll us over, chew us up and spit us out.
But through it all we’re instructed to continually praise Him and shout…
Victory ahead! Victory ahead!
Praise Him my friend, and He will lift you head.