Asleep – 2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Asleep, while the master prayed unable to stay awake the blanket of the night heavy upon us falling in under ...
Asleep, while the master prayed unable to stay awake the blanket of the night heavy upon us falling in under ...
Striking the master the scattered sheep the rock running, denying lost in the night Redeemed in Christ's mercy on this ...
The shepherd calling knowing us intimately his voice calling to us in the night More than one lost sheep so ...
Like them so scared unwilling to stand up to stand out to hold fast to his name When we doubt ...
Sweat heavy, falling like blood alone in the night in a space set apart Christ's prayer in the garden to ...
Quickly coming, the curtains of white falling so heavy as the night gives way to bright falling, falling in sheets, ...
Somehow appropriate the imagery of destruction the counterpoint of the blossoms the sacred cherry trees Something precious in the transience ...
We cannot run on fumes an ember away from the fire needing to be connected to abide in the vine ...
Do you feel him are you warmer the Son is shining brighter than human hands a beacon in the night ...
The struggle for freedom cloaked in his repression the protesters taken away abducted in the night The people fearful hearing ...
Willing to crush the people to brutalize the nation to bomb the cities and take them in the night The ...
The chill of their lies buying time to regroup to fend off the people to abduct them in the night ...
The ghosts of the protests those yearning for freedom those who stood up after prayers going into the streets stealing ...
The protest made silence stealing them in the night removing the courageous from their homes at night Ghosts of the ...
The removal of the martyrs the abductions in the night the protests made silent by the terror in the street ...
Invisible martyrs taken in the night removed from the streets taken from our sight The madman, the strongman holding onto ...
Fear for the innocents wanting to be free under the boot of the tyrant not at liberty What must they ...
Do the martyrs those who have fallen the innocents in the square, the street yearning for their freedom Do they ...
Do they hear their cries steeling them to action do the people hear the cries the cries of the martyrs ...
Living water lifting me carrying me up in the rhythm of grace filling my cup My life renewed my feet ...
Our neighbors in the street the tyrant on the throne stand against the tyrants speaking openly Stand with the people ...
So softly the heart beats quiet in my chest yet I cannot sleep Sometimes I touch you in the night ...
A time of decision to stand, to be light the salt of the earth but given God's might Able to ...
Our light exposed put up on the lampstand shining in the darkness the hope of all mankind Christ in that ...
I remember well that night, now twenty years gone the hollow echo on the line after I answered him that ...
Everyone who chooses to be salt of the earth the light of the world giving new birth All who offer ...
The green sky over the water rising from the depth beyond the bright horizon far off to the east After ...
Each of us like the four needing to be ready lifting up our neighbors bringing them to the Lord All ...
Another call in the night the incredulous educator another day of confusion more snow falling now Delaying their education adding ...
A metaphor of the angels speaking in dreams in the quiet of the night the still small voice of God ...
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