Everyday Sunday Sleeper
The seas overtaken with fire, men giving into their own desires.
The world wrapped up in itself, not even noticing truly what is wealth.
And I don抰 know what to do.
And I抦 waiting for you.
Wake up O sleeper, rise from the dead and Christ will shine on you.
Lay there no longer it抯 time to arise and never go back through.
Scared of the thoughts, the way you抮e in, wanting to get out of this sin.
You look around and just feel walls, and can抰 get out of this eternal crawl.
And I don抰 know what to do.
And I抦 waiting for You?
