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Get Up

Every time I fall down, I get up.
I get up for every nappy haired knock kneed boy who was called a nigger.
I get up for every little kid that came from a broken home.
I get up for every kid that was taught to get low at the sound of gunfire.
I get up for every student that’s had a teacher who didn’t believe in them.
I get up for every brother who’s been attacked, cuffed, pushed down on the street, and thrown in the back of a police car for not having a California license plate.
I get up for every human being who’s been told that they ain’t shit, will never be shit, and can’t do shit about it.
I get up for every person who’s been told they’re going to hell for not going to church.
I get up, for every person who’s ever had an unrealistic dream.
I get up, for everyone who’s ever been poor, oppressed, endured racism, and fought through sickness without health care.
I get up for everyone who’s too afraid to get up.
I get up every time I fall so that you know,
Lying on the ground is no place for a child of God, regardless of what man thinks about you.
I get up for you.



A Word on Fear

Every now and then you’ll meet someone who’ll tell you about all the things they dreamed of doing and being when they were younger. Have you ever noticed the hurt, the pain, the regret in their eyes? The regret of someone that allowed their fear of failure to get in the way of the opportunity to chase their dreams and to follow their heart.


I don’t share this to say we’re better. I share this because I know that there is a part of all of us that is afraid. It’s okay to be afraid, it’s not okay to be ruled by your fear. What we think is keeping us from being hurt often ends up being the thing that cuts at us the deepest. Listen to their soul when they talk to you, they are really telling you to get up and do that thing you know you have to do. Regardless of the outcome, regret is a heavier burden to carry than doing your best.