Was it the cheese?

Was it the cheese?
Was it a spiritual awaking
that woke me up at three o’clock?
Should I have turned over, pump my pillows up and try to reclaim my sleep?
Did I forget to have a wee
Before I went to bed?
Was it the dawn chorus
Practicing to get it right?
Did God have something important to say?
And knew at that time of day
He’d have my full attention
And I’d listen to what He had to say?
Have I a guilty conscience?
Did I need to put something right?
Is my mind so cluttered
With tomorrow
I need to take one day at a time…
Did I forget to say good night,
To Father God?
Lay my burdens down
At the foot of the cross?
Even though it’s early
Do I need to be thankful for another day?
get down on my knees
and prepare for what’s to come?
Has God called His prayer warriors to fight for a lost soul?
It may be the middle of the night here, it’s teatime in Bangkok,

Or was it just the cheese
I had for supper last night?
 
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