The Awakening

The Awakening
by: Joseph M. Martin


I dreamed a dream,

A silent dream,

Of a land not far away.

Where no birds sang,

No steeples rang,

And teardrops fell like rain.

I dreamed a dream,

A silent dream

Of a land so filled with pride

That ev'ry song,

Both weak and strong,

Withered and died.

I dreamed a dream.

No alleluia,

Not one hosanna,

No song of love,

No lullaby.

And no choir sang to change the world.

No pipers played; no dancers twirled.

I dreamed a dream,

A silent dream.

Silent. Silent....

Awake! Awake! Awake! Awake!

Soli Deo Gloria! Awake! Awake!

Awake! Awake, my soul, and sing!

The time for praise has come.

The silence of the night has passed;

A new day has begun.

Let music never die in me!

Forever let my spirit sing!

Wherever emptiness is found,

Let there be joy and glorious sound.

Let music never die in me!

Forever let my spirit sing!

Let all our voices join as one

To praise the Giver of the song!

Awake! Awake!

Let music live!