Revival means to live again,
To leave one’s grave behind:
The buried past is left at last
For treasures newly mined.
From childish dreams to child-like faith
I’d bid my soul to wake;
From tiresome toys to endless joys
An upward trek I’d take.
Too long my thoughts have been entombed
In pyramids of pride,
And beauties fleetly seek to cheat
My heart and blindly guide.
This suffocating sepulcher
With golden idols filled
That ever try to satisfy
A lust that won’t be stilled,
Must be demolished and denied
For daybreak to arrive…
Death’s selfish night gives way to light
When sons of God revive.
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