Wake Up Poem by Goodness Tchibueze

Wake up thou that slumbereth,
Rise up from thy sleep.
Blessed is he that answereth,
His soul shalt ne'er weep.
The bed which thou lov'st
Grow'st thistle and thorn,
The comfort which thou crave'st
Leave'st thee hurt and forlorn.

Wake up thou that slumbereth,
Rise up from thy sleep;
Into nightmares thy happydreams entereth.
The Sun riseth above the steep.

Wake up thou that slumbereth
And brace up thy feeble loin.
The Sun thy forbearance remembereth,
With His thy soul shalt join,
When He shalt mount the cloud
To claim they that art His;
Then shalt thou be proud:
Thou go'st to enjoy perfect bliss.