I can hear the drums in my sleep
I know that they are real
They are calling me to a strange place that seems so familiar
When I wake, they are gone and I wish to hear them again
The rhythm is in tune with my Soul
The drums of a Kingdom come
A place that I know for certain I am from
I call it "home"
As I write this, I'm not even thinking about a poem
Just calling out to my brothers and sisters who are coming with me
They'll know because they hear the drums too
The spiritual warriors are being called with
a shout,
a chant,
and a rumble
Let these words awaken your eyes
Let the Spirit pierce your Soul.
One Spirit bears witness to itself
Ancient secrets to be revealed
Power given to few who have been tested
The Kingdom is near
The Kingdom is near
Listen to the Drums
With your spiritual ear.
Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 3:12 PM UTC
I can hear the drums in my sleep
I know that they are real
They are calling me to a strange place that seems so familiar
When I wake, they are gone and I wish to hear them again
The rhythm is in tune with my Soul
The drums of a Kingdom come
A place that I know for certain I am from
I call it "home"
As I write this, I'm not even thinking about a poem
Just calling out to my brothers and sisters who are coming with me
They'll know because they hear the drums too
The spiritual warriors are being called with
a shout,
a chant,
and a rumble
Let these words awaken your eyes
Let the Spirit pierce your Soul.
One Spirit bears witness to itself
Ancient secrets to be revealed
Power given to few who have been tested
The Kingdom is near
The Kingdom is near
Listen to the Drums
With your spiritual ear.
