Arise son laborers!
Come forth,
Listen, to the hush clanging bells of praise.
They sing unto you
Slave of Jesus,
For today, Yahweh has made known in
Heaven on high and earth down low,
That you his son,
Alloted for salvation; free from the wrath
To come, will taste 24.
A fresh breath of birthday air
Has extended the pages of my life,
With wisdom leading the way up
The stairs of raw experiences.
Though i longed to sleep
In the bed of death; to flee from
Life's flogging,
You cradled me, while i was in anguish
And grieved with me when i drew near
To suicide.
Now,
Will you become the compass of my boat,
Stirring me away from septic vipers,
To guide me to the land of my passion;
My long awaited tears?
I'll wait for thee.
In the summer heat,
In the winter snow,
In the dead of night,
In the harsh rain,
I'll wait for thee,
Till my prayer is stamped
With thy approval.