Wake up, Jeru

 

Listen, your friends have fattened the calf
Time to get dressed as half of them have
Look at the fruit that’s on all the trees
Some is good food that we can all eat

They’ve ordered the table
Food. For all the faithful
kept warm for you, brave ones
the small to the greatest

Wake up, Jeru

We’re grateful to be able to stay at his table

Chef is the author – and a good book
Bread, he has offered, granted, few took
He’s with the toasty oven in back
When it is opened, he loses staff

The baker’s creating
Our eyes are all waiting
It’s great what he’s making
And fine to be taking

Wake up, Jeru

We’re grateful to be able to wait at his great table

The chandelier makes all things clear
The place mat
The salad plate
The bread and butter plate
The bacon fork
The oyster spoon
The butter knife
The wine, like blood
And white as doves
The water
The coffee

Though talks are long
the story’s glorious

And your desserts

First, is the charger, he’s first of all
He’s on the bottom, where some things fall
Dinner plate’s on it, spoons, knives and forks
Glassware and napkins, place card, for sure

We’re setting the places
for friends and for strangers
Jeru, you have waited
Yes, you have been patient

Wake up, Jeru

We’re grateful to be able to play at his table

Here comes the host, oh, this will be fun
It is a test that you have seen of
Most are not sober, but full of lusts
He’s strolling over, they’re on the run

Not cold but a flame near
No sun turns to rain here
This romance is staying
This one is remaining

Wake up, Jeru

We’re grateful to be able to pray at his great table

Yes, we are

You’re a star

Not all are

Most are not

We’ve been conned

And been robbed

Be on guard

Or your watch

Just be on

He’s not far