Your
own song
Thin
fingers slide between my past and future, filling my mind with numb
sleepy notes of haze....
a
still small voice worshipers - wake up
my
heart flutters at the calling to wake up
somewhere
within my spirit stirs
my
mind sparks
I
begin to awaken. To rise up from the grave
where
my dead soul laid
entranced,
enchanted, frozen
by
music, lights,by colors that are all pale shadows
of
the reality I am called to return to --
that
I came from.
I
struggle and cry out the Name above all names,
the
only Name of power,
One
word – Jesus-
the
thin fingers begin to slowly withdraw from my mind
praises
slide down from my Spirit, fill my soul and spill out of my mouth
breaking the spell of sleepiness.
Wake
up you slumberers
rise
up from the grave where you are dead in your sins oh Body!
Stand
and live!
Have
your life, movement, breathe and words
renewed
in the power of His might, stand in His power!
Surrender
yourself to the only one who cane save you,
the
only one who can deliver you
from
the sleep and darkness of this world.
Walk
in the light Oh Body of God!
Hear
His call to you- walk out of the mud and be clean!
Let
the things of this world become dim
reverse
the curse that was put upon you by the enemy of your soul!
Awaken
Oh sleeper!
Cast
off the shackles of heaviness and despair!
Break
the chains that keep you tied to lies
wake
up!
Look
with eyes that see- see the pain and suffering –
the
needs and despair
do
not hide from the truth- be free
you
have the power to change this world
listen
to that small voice
hear
with your own ears, not what others tell you
see
with your own eyes -
not
the lie put before you to lull you back to
sleep
listen
to that small beautiful voice
follow
it up to the top of the hill
through
the fog and mist into a clearing
a
secret place where you meet the owner of that voice
become
renewed
receive
your own song
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