SLEEP

When a church is asleep

And the slumber is deep

The devil will leave it alone

He is thrilled at the sight

Of a comatose plight

With a life that reminds him of stone.

But if it should wake

And the bones start to shake

As The Spirit arouses the saints

Then satan gets tough

And his demons get rough

As a landscape of darkness he paints.

They whisper in ears

And manifest fears

Your self worth is brought to it's knees

They love to destroy

The flowing of joy

And desecrate all that they see.

So stand firm in Christ

And stop being nice

The victory, is already won

The power of The Lord

Is your two edged sword

From you, they have to run.