Come out, come out, caveman!
You set in your dark corner.
Can you hear me?
Donít let the weight hold you in.
Shake off the rejection.
Shake off the pain and depression!
Unwrap the grave clothes,
you are still alive.
Raise your arms, open your eyes,
turn your ears on.
Hear His voice call you.
Donít lie there broken and wounded!
Go wash in the river of love.
Cleanse away the mud thatís caked on.
Adjust your eyes.
See the light;
it beckons you forth.
Come to its warmth.
Healing rays long to embrace you.
Come forth to the Son, Caveman!
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