its 3 in the morning
and i can't sleep
i may not be laughing
nor have any reason to weep
lying on my back
i stare the horizon
of my dark room
blank stares from
black spotty monsters
fail to scare me anymore
and i tell them
it's 3 am, now go to sleep...
a furry little head
bumps on my chest
but i am not startled
nifty, tiny hands scratch
arms, face and neck
but i am not falling
'cause they're really
the reason for my life
...and my lack of sleep.
Revelation 21:5 ...and He who sits on the throne said, “Behold, I am making all things new.” And He said, “Write, for these words are faithful and true.”
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
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