By Amanda Brown

Son of Man, wake up, there’s glory ahead,
Time to roll out of your warm, comfy bed,
While in your slumber, your freedoms were lost,
Out of the window your liberties, tossed,

Bingeing on Netflix and media lies,
Eyelids so heavy, can’t open your eyes,
Mothers are grieving and kids troll their peers,
And men, strong and mighty, submit to their fears,

How soundly you sleep through the theft of birthright,
Dystopian sunrise shows its first light,
In Babylon, Sodom, Gomorrah, we’ll find,
The birth of their new world, a soulless mankind,

Lifting the veil with a prayer, you will wake,
A slayer of Satan, of ego, you’ll make,
Dissolving illusions of shadows and pain,
Return to the Father from whence you first came,

Rousing the sleepers, one heart at a time,
Only love matters and all love is mine,
We rise at the daybreak with swords of the free,
I am for you, and you are for me,

Fear is the foe, and dread is its steed,
But faith is the only mount that we need,
Knowing our power is boundless and given,
Bringing us back to the threshold of Heaven,

Already the battle is won and we rest,
‘Tween now and the finish, we have just one test,
Do we stand up in faith or cower in fright,
Only one way will lead us out of the night,

So know that the battle is already won,
Your Light is the truth and all dark is gone,
Determined and tireless, our starlight will guide,
Home to the Garden where no one need hide.

Sleepy head, sleepy head, come take our hand,
We’ll not leave you stranded in this hinterland,
Until then, we’ll meet you in dreams as you nap,
But know that we’ve got you, we’ve got your back