Awake World, Awake

                                                  “Come, Lord Jesus, come.”
 
Our cry, our prayer we repeat as we remember He came as a babe, yet we hope for His second coming in glory. We search, we pray and we hope.
 
Our earth today is darkness- darkness of winter, darkness of pandemic, darkness of sin and unbelief. Night seems to consume our world, maybe even our own hearts.
 
Christ is the morning light to our hearts; the light of faith and truth; the light of hope and mercy; the light of eternal life with the Father.
 
The babe, the longed-for messiah lies in His crib; in peace within His mother’s loving arms. He lies in our churches within the tabernacle waiting for us to join Him,  “Come to me,” He begs.
 
  
                                           Awake World, Awake
 
             You are our hope, our joy, our belief, our love.
             “Come Lord, come again; come in all your glory.”
              Like the rising sun, put an end to darkness here on earth.
 
              Permit hope to be born into our hearts.
              Let our cry be a plea as our hearts are gripped in fear-
              Fear of the unknown, the future.
 
              In our broken state, let us seek Him,
              Begging for His mercy for all men
              As we empty ourselves of selfish deeds.
 
             Walk beside us each day as our life continues; 
             Feed us with your body in communion.
            Our prayer of Awake goes forward.