A Life Wasted Sleeping

Wake from my rest.

Open eyes face a new day.

Battle to get out of bed.

The spirit far from my head.

A life wasted sleeping.

I don't deserve to rest.

I am here to serve but sometimes I fell like I should be served.

Work for the world, work to live.

Can man live on bread alone? No.

I must serve my God ('til my hands crack and bleed.)

Forever go on.

This day again and live this life:this sacrifice and give all glory to You.

Just think what we'll do, give all glory to You.