| Awaken, Dear Sleeper! By: Chad Brown |
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Awaken, dear sleeper!
Hearken to me now!
I bear the news best of all
There be a gift adressed to you
Upon your doorstep
Give me not a cynic's glare
This gift be free as air
And 'tis like none of its breed
For it guarantees something
Far more greater in worth
Than more coins in your purse
No, it guarantees this wonder:
Freedom from your judgement
And you shall face no fire!
Twas bought with the Greatest Blood
It's yours to receive indeed
Yet I cannot force your receiving
For the gift requires one thing:
To place your only soul
In the buyer's Holy hands
And He shall guarantee your place
In Holy paradise with Him
For an eternity and more
Yet the chocie upon your shoulders falls
You may either choose the gift
Or crawl back into the bed, dear Sleeper
The buyer, in the way of by,
Is your Holy Father, who's love
Never fails for his dear children,
Dear Sleeper
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