Awake

Oh the limitations of our human minds.

Stuck in the grooves of habit for so long,

Till, woken from our broken ways, we find

All around us was a much deeper song.

Who will waken us? Who will tear apart

These solemn chains that weight our hearts?

We sat together round a battered table

And talked of simple trials and pleasures

Of books and cars, of flowers and maples

The words seem now like little treasures.

Who will waken us? Who will tear apart

These solemn chains that weight our hearts?

A new baby is born into the world

A beloved brother must take his leave

These things speak as echoing shouts unfurled

Shaking the heavens, that we might perceive!

Who will waken us? Who will tear apart

These solemn chains that weight our hearts?

The soft, quavering note of a violin

A happy evening, spent with a friend.

A walk in the woods away from the din

Why must these beautiful things have an end?

Who will waken us? Who will tear apart

These solemn chains that weight our hearts?

Our hearts are thick, too heavy to comprehend

The beauty and glory that saturates life

It blurs together in a swirling blend

To our untrained eyes in need of sight.

Who will waken us? Who will tear apart

These solemn chains that weight our hearts?

Fleeting glimpses is all that we get.

We cannot hope to clear our own way

We waken in awe, then sleep and forget

That glimmer of light, till another day.

Who will waken us? Who will tear apart

These solemn chains that weight our hearts?

A redeemer has come, will come again

Who will lift the veil, uncover the shroud

Will swallow up death and raise those once slain

Will fill hearts with joy, and clear troubled brow

He will waken us. He will break apart

The chains which for so long, constrained our hearts.