Wake Up Sleepy Head

Wake up sleepy head.
Rub your eyes get out of bed.
The Lord is coming today,
Now wash your face and make haste.

We must make the house all swept and clean,
So hurry, hurry — pick up your things.

Open wide the curtains bright —
Oh my! The dust in the morning light!

Smile big and choose what’s right,
Keep your little lamp alight.
Ready hands and ready feet —
With happy hearts this task we meet.

The house is still, the air is new,
She stands prepared for what is true.
At last the waiting nears its end,
All that was broken now will mend.

Laughter echoes in the room,
As love steps through, erasing gloom.
A rising blush as He draws near —
At last, at last — the Lord is here.