Sunday, January 17, 2010

world becomes amiss

In a day the world becomes amiss, shaken and drowned by the fury of the deep.
A day of sorrow, a day to weep, but the living still do sleep.
Awake, awake from your deep slumber.
Awake, awake, here comes the stumbler.
The time now is to feed your hunger,
the time now is to quench your thirst.
Come unto me says God almighty,
come unto me, for I am first.