Guyana

Lazy days are far behind,
They echo of a leisurely pace,
But now a time approaches fast,
A new and different type of race.

One which asks all able-bodied
Men and women to thus sing,
To branch out far and wide as One,
And hearken for the King.

He comes alone upon a cloud,
But greets his flock below,
And carries thus a message strong,
As true and straight a bow,

And pours forth a flowing stream
To swamp the dry, parched land,
To give of lessons old, renewed,
So we can understand.