Without a home
Without a job
His only blessing
He had to rob
In the wilderness, at night time, alone
Jacob's pillow was a stone
He left his family in disgrace
His brother dreamed of stomping his face
Now sleeping, dreaming
What does he hear?
Angels singing, down a Ladder,
Singing loud, singing clear ...
Wake Up, Little Jacob, Wake Up!
Wake Up, Little Jacob, Wake Up!
You THINK you're in trouble deep
On a stone you have to sleep
But angels are coming
Down God’s Ladder they’re humming :-)
On their harps they're strumming ...
Wake Up Little Jacob!
Wake Up Little Jacob!
Now Jacob he half awoke
An angel did him poke
And then God to him spoke
Jacob you're my favorite bloke :-)
Wake Up Little Jacob, Wake Up Little Jacob!
Your God really cares! He’s at the top of the Stairs!