Awake
Awake my sleeping soul awake,
a light so bright I see,
through open grave it snakes.
Is this the breath of life that waketh me?
Angel songs delight mine ear,
trumpets loud and harps so sweet.
These precious sounds I hear so clear,
down below the ground so deep.
This day you've promised has come to life,
my lungs are filled with breath.
Darkness is smothered in the light,
eternal life has vanquished death.
I shall ascend on Master's voice,
my Lord I soon shall see.
Thanks to God I was given choice,
my prison cell is open, I am set free.
9/21/18
Copyright © Wren Rushing | Year Posted 2018
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