You stay quiet like it’s a secret you’ve been ordered to keep.
The world slowly dies as you indulge in your sleep.
Cries spill out of the mouths of the hungry and the poor.
They suffer from the convictions you don’t believe at your core.
The sick die, as you do nothing with what you’ve been given.
A horrific lie presented in the comfort you live in.
You casually walk by slaves.
You blindly eat by open graves.
Wake up, oh sleeper! There’s a destiny you’re missing.
Come to life, you dead, it's Satan’s cheek of comfort you're kissing.
Resurrect from the grave of complacent existence.
Your silence and lack of action is Satan’s assistance.
Tormenting darkness is terrified of your love on display.
It whispers and sings lullabies to you. "It's easier this way."
Wooing you to sleep like a weapon from hell.
Hell forbid your testimony of forgiveness you tell.
Tell it! Shout of the grace that's washed away your sin!
Live it! Act like God Almighty has called you His friend!
For the sake of the lost, I beg you, awaken from your sleep!
I beg you, stop acting like Jesus is a dirty secret to keep.
If you've found Love and breathe grace in your lungs.
If you've been redeemed. If you speak in tongues.
If you believe the bible and believe the words in red.
If you believe your Savior resurrected from the dead.
If you've been healed. If you've been put back together.
If you've been forgiven. If you're going to live forever.
Wake up. Sleep no more.
They need you. The broken, the sick, the tormented, the poor.
Wake up. Put your feet on the floor.
Those you are called to, refuse to ignore.
Wake up, oh sleeper, arise from the dead.
Wake up. You’re the answer. Get out of your bed.