Yeah… Sleepwalkers in the matrix… Eyes closed while the world burns… Time to wake up. We are children of the Living God, adopted through the blood, Heirs to the throne, not slaves to this mud. But the house of prayer turned into a marketplace of lies, If Yeshua walked in today, tables be flying to the skies Pulpits preaching feel-good fluff and watered-down truth, Avoiding the narrow gate, hiding the real proof. Minds renewed? Nah, many still chained to tradition’s cage, Mistaught on prophecy, grace, and the end of the age. The shadows pulling strings from behind the veil, One world system rising, spinning lies that never fail. Wake up! Children of the Light, arise! The night is far spent, the day is drawing nigh (Romans 13:12). Rainbow belongs to the Father, not their twisted parade, Pride comes before destruction—watch the fall they made (Proverbs 16:18). Hope looks lost in the chaos, but that’s the birth pain sign, The King is returning—get your heart and mind aligned. Central banks own the land, America bought and sold, Greedy hands in the dark with agendas centuries old. Printing debt like scripture, inflating souls away, While the masses scroll addicted, trading freedom for a cage. Shadow orders moving pieces on the global board, Brainwashing generations to call evil good and good ignored. Mental illness normalized, confusion on display, Calling boys girls and darkness light in the broad way. They flip God’s design, rewrite what He declared good, But the Creator’s signature still stands—misunderstood. We the called-out ones, not of this fading realm, Salt and light in the darkness, standing at the helm. Old doctrines crumble when tested by the Word, Renewed in spirit, let the double-edged sword be heard (Hebrews 4:12). No more sleeping saints, no more lukewarm haze, The trumpet’s sounding—set your gaze on ancient days. Seems like hope is drowning in the flood of deception’s tide, But Scripture said it would worsen right before the Bride. Nation against nation, brother turning on his kin, Yet the faithful remnant rise when the pressure closes in. He’s writing His law on our hearts, not on stone tablets cold (Jeremiah 31:33), We have the mind of Christ—let the old man die and fold (1 Corinthians 2:16). Not I, but Him—through yielded vessels He moves, Shaking foundations so the Kingdom breaks through. Wake up! Children of the Light, arise! The night is far spent, the day is drawing nigh. Rainbow belongs to the Father, not their twisted parade, Pride comes before destruction—watch the fall they made. Hope looks lost in the chaos, but that’s the birth pain sign, The King is returning—get your heart and mind aligned. Wake up… Wake up… The Kingdom’s at the door. To the only wise God, invisible and true, Be glory and dominion forever—through and through. Children of the Father… Wake up.
