Context: I’m slowly improving after becoming ill with Covid just over two weeks ago. Yesterday I walked about 100 yards, which was exhausting, and resulted in a migraine.
Today I’d like to share a poem I wrote a short while ago. That day, I woke at about 5.30am. Still drowsy, I hoped to go back to sleep, but started to say The Lord’s Prayer, as usual. However, within moments my words ceased, as my soul was filled with the most delightful light, warmth and love. All too soon, I had to surface, so I could write about what I had experienced. It wasn’t easy to put into words, but here is the result:
God awakens me morning after morning – wakens my ear, to listen like a student (Isaiah 50:4; TIB).
God of all people,
All creatures, all things,
You wake me so gently,
For sleep, Lord, still clings,
And over all people,
All creatures, all things,
You call to me softly:
The King of all kings.
You live through all people,
All creatures, all things,
And though I’m still drowsy
You give my soul wings,
Then, in all people,
All creatures, all things,
You stir up my spirit,
Until my heart sings.
Sing, O daughter of Zion; shout aloud, O Israel! Be glad and rejoice with all your heart, O daughter of Jerusalem! (Zephaniah 3:14; NLT).
There is …one God and Creator of all, who is over all, who works through all and is within all (Ephesians 4:5-6; TIB).