I awoke in my truck, after meeting Him again, with this stuck in my head. I wrote it down. The pentameter is trite and silly, but I'm not gifted with the form and function of poetry.
Arise, O sleeping child
Don Bradley 9-8-06
Arise, O sleeping child, awaken from your slumber;
For you are being deceived, by an infinite number.
They that surround you, do so with hate;
and measure the world by its very weight.
All that they are, and do, and will be,
is surrounded by a darkness, a blackness, that's great.
So I call you, I make you,
with Fire from above;
to teach you, to reach you, to save you with Love.
And the moons shall pass,
and the seasons, too;
in silence, in patience, this awakening for you.
Remember! Remember! Remember!
Who that you are.
A star from the Great Father,
That's who you are!
I AM your Christ, Your Yeshua,
and such as you are,
awaken, my child
and see your own star.
Some things just change you forever.