Awakening
Our earth is heavy with the weight of sin,
She groans and longs
For the earth reborn.
She cries beneath the heavy load,
This cup can hold no more,
With sorrow she mourns.
Eagerly she waits,
Anticipates,
Feeling within her core,
There is something more.
As lighting strikes,
And thunder rolls,
The earth quakes
For deliverance rides the night skies.
As the ancient drums
Are beating,
The Sons are awakening.
Soon, she knows,
They shall be revealed.
Awake, you Sons, show yourselves,
Arise, sword in hand, arise.
For the stars shall weep no more, but sing,
As you follow the
Righteous King.
To triumph, to victory,
Inherit the nations,
Awaken, Sons,
For the Son is on the horizon.
