In the distance
I hear the beating of a drum
Awakening all the warriors
Bidding them to come
If you take one moment
To listen, tune your ear
You can hear the rustling
Of his Spirit drawing near
There is a new message
Rising in the East
Gathering all his people
From the greatest to the least
All tribes and shades of color
Will have a brand new start
A stone of recognition
That will join them at the heart
Those that froze in silence
In tragedies of time past
Will be clothed in priestly garments
Some that were first will be last
There are those dull of hearing
For their plight I weep
They were lulled by earth's riches
Their spirits are asleep
Awake, awake from slumber
The time is drawing near
The healing balm is given
To soothe the heart of fear
It is the season for deliverance
The time to make amends
To gather all those scattered
The beginning and the end