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
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