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.