Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Poem: Sleeper

I sense I am asleep beside the path,
God created for me.
In black of night I heard Him call my name,
O Sleeper Awake.
He awaken my ear to hear His voice,
A ear deaf at birth.
It hears His voice but nothing else,
Not the song birds in the trees
With His voice He awaken me,
the Sleeper beside the path.

1 comment:

  1. This poem is absolutely lovely, sweet friend of mine. So gently offered and received.

    I am so glad you are doing OctPoWriMo