Arise o sleeper
wake up to the morning song-
the sweet melodies of the birds
the cloud so bright and clear
the rising sun majestic in its radiance.
Lo! 'tis the maker's gift before you
tarry not longer on your bed
there are hungry souls, there are waiting souls.
Up! reach out to them
'tis labour time,
harvest for God's kingdom.
Arise o sleeper
tarry not longer on your bed.
Michael Nkwocha
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/arise-o-sleeper/
