Stephen, awake from your sleep
There is still business to attend.
It has been long since the world has put you to sleep
And longer still since you were made to attend
The stiff-necked meetings which denied the Holy Spirit
Any sort of hold over Death.
You were not chosen to preach the Word,
Nor to change the world with your life.
Yet, you did.
How did you fall asleep?
Awake, Stephen. Why have you gone?
Leaving us quickly, before your dawn.
Increasing in number, the people of God
Remembered that Word and Deed
Fulfilled every single need
That Moses wielded with his rod.
Not one of twelve, but one of seven,
Speaking of Spirits that remain unleavened.
Speak, Stephen, don't let us miss a word,
We are listening, among this angry horde.
We are listening.
Let them grind their teeth, I will sit back and cry,
As they close around you, each with a lie.
Speak, speak, speak.
The rocks, oh the rocks,
Why must you fly?
Let him shine through,
Oh God, let him shine through.
Stephen, awake from your sleep.
I dare not disturb him, though silently he rests.