I heard my name called in the early morning rising, <br />a call to prayer or an action to take I am surmising. <br />There was no accompanying dream I can recall; <br />it was the voice of a man and no vision at all. <br /> <br />Whose voice could it have been that I heard <br />that summoned me to wake, my sleep deferred? <br />Why was I called in the wee morning hours, <br />this cool cloudy morn with sprinkling showers? <br /> <br />I did not know the voice of the man who spoke <br />but I wondered if ~ was it me the Lord woke? <br />I still hear my own name called one times three <br />And I wonder, Lord, could it have been Thee? <br /> <br />I will take from the mention of my name <br />that it was a call from Thee, Lord, who came <br />bid me rise and begin the day with prayer <br />for our world which is in need of repair, <br />that national resources we share, <br />that everyone for all will care. <br /> <br />Until we learn to love one another <br />As sister, brother, father and mother <br />the way Thou knewest before the start, <br />O Thou Loving Sacred Heart, <br />cleanse us of all that is not of Thee <br />Thy Blood to bathe us, ah Sweet Purity, <br />Help us grow in spiritual maturity <br />Lord, I Praise and Thank Thee <br />For Thou didst call me ~ one times three. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />© Mel Patterson,5-10-08<br /><br />Carmela Patterson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/times-three/
