Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Wake to the Call

Dead. Zombiefied.
So gone you can't be recognized,
Can no longer be reconciled
In this battle of the vile
And pain
And shame.
We've become nothing,
Not waking
To the noise.
But there's a voice
Filled with power.
It's our maker,
Our creator,
Calling us to remember,
To wake from the void,
From the blackness that's employed.
He calls us to join Him
In this place He calls heaven.
He says we're forgiven
Because of the blood he has given.
He breaths into us life
So we can avoid the knife
Of eternal damnation
In a place where evil stations.
He tells us to wake up
To see what He has done.