When one is wide awake at two in the morning <br />What does one do as the rains begin pouring? <br />Does one toss and turn or fret and burn <br />Or come downstairs and discern <br />It's time to pen a poem <br />Scoff at the devil 'n sho'em <br />Good can be had, negating the bad. <br />The soul is glad. <br /> <br />When one is wide awake at two in the morning <br />The soul enrapt in the love of God is glorying <br />For the communion of spirit to Spirit <br />is lost in God's Love and endears It. <br />The time is perfect for penning a poem <br />If one loves the Lord one begins to know'em. <br />Loving and serving Him <br />Though not deserving Him <br />Is preserving Him. <br /> <br />When one is winding down at three in the morning <br />And finally sleepy with the rain still pouring <br />The time has come when the long day is done <br />Barely able to crawl now, let alone run. <br />Thunder claps' soundtracks! <br />Lightning flash, adrenalin dash! <br />Pillow waits <br />Sleep sates. <br /> <br />When one is wide awake at 8 in the morning <br />Again the sun has one glorying <br />The rains no longer pouring. <br />Night is done and a new day has begun, <br />Joy-filled Praise to the Son <br />An embattled soul has been won.<br /><br />Carmela Patterson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/w-305-de-awake-at-two/
