Tuesday, October 22, 2013

waking up

Let the wind blow through me
awakening what is deep within
cutting through the bones
past the marrow and the joints
flowing through the veins
to find a heart that beats within

From pale white to warm red
oxygen brings life
and anoints a joy to crown my head
bringing life to what was dead
waking up like a little boy
rising from his bed

Wake up, wake up o sleeper
rise up from the dead
Christ will shine upon you
and anoint your weary head