They sleep waiting to awake our forefathers
They sleep waiting to awake our ancestors
They sleep waiting to awake our loved ones
They sleep waiting to awake the saints
They sleep waiting to awake the dead in Christ
They sleep waiting to awake the heirs with Christ.
They sleep waiting to awake the obedient
They sleep waiting to awake the contrite
They sleep waiting to awake the reliable
They sleep waiting to awake the humble
They sleep waiting to awake the righteous
They sleep waiting to awake the peace makers
They sleep waiting to awake God's sons.
They sleep waiting to awake the wise
They sleep waiting to awake the seekers of God's truth
They sleep waiting to awake the doers of God's Word
They sleep waiting to awake those who have attained God's grace and mercy
They sleep waiting to awake
They are not afraid of Judgment day
They look forward in anticipation to that day
To them it shall be a day of celebration and joy
But Woe to those who died without Christ!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem