She Rose to Serve

Verse 1

In a humble home beside the Galilee tide,

Simon stood worried, with burdened heart inside.

His wife’s dear mother lay burning with fever and pain,

But when Jesus walked in, nothing stayed the same.

Chorus

He touched her hand, and the fever fled,

Life returned where illness had spread.

No mighty shout, no storm to still,

Just the kindness of His healing will.

And she rose, oh yes, she rose—

She rose to serve the Lord who always knows.

Verse 2

Not a word of complaint, not a whisper of doubt,

Just a Savior of mercy, reaching gently out.

No power of sickness could long remain,

When the Author of healing called her name.

Chorus

He touched her hand, and the fever fled,

Life returned where illness had spread.

No mighty shout, no storm to still,

Just the kindness of His healing will.

And she rose, oh yes, she rose—

She rose to serve the Lord who always knows.

Bridge

Some heal to go, some heal to preach,

But some are healed to serve and teach.

Her ministry began that day,

In humble love, in a quiet way

Verse 3

When the Master draws near to your dwelling place,

With healing hands and gifts of grace,

Let your soul awaken, stirred and true,

To rise and serve in all you do.

Chorus

He touched her hand, and the fever fled,

Grace like a river ‘round her spread.

No mighty shout, no storm to still,

Just the whisper of His perfect will.

And she rose, oh yes, she rose—

She rose to serve the Lord who always knows.