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Wake
Wake What is that noise? I have heard it before? In the ramblings... of my loved ones words? I must get up and seek it out. I rise like the house is on fire... but in fear of being alive, but dead still. I rush. I place my slippers on my feet, I grab my robe and run! Not slowly in fear... Not adequately... Not up-a-dee; with pride and pomp. Not with class or finesse, but desperation, that I will not, ever... hear it, ever again. It will be so fast, It will not last... Light would be considered slow. As this was the very Essence of the brightness that brings light at all... Humbly I cry, and drop to my knees... as I... now... am... sure..! All my "no's" were without weight, they had no value, and my soul is ablaze, and bleeding out. Don't leave precious Savior... Don't leave me here. Take me... Now. My wife she is missing in our bed. My son and daughter are gone. I hold my head in my hands, weeping for my own tenacity. The stubbornness of my own strength. The all too importance of my own will. I am without... lonely has no definition as to the emptiness, perceived daily. I am... is gone. Only it is here, and it is always hungry. And must be fed. "Mercy..." No breath to speak. "Grace..." A soul anguished. I clutch the pages of the word, found ready at hand... until "they" find it and me, and burn it out, or try, Memorizing each line, writing it all, down... to where, I am, now. Lord, I believe in You. You came to save all of us. Born of a virgin, died on a cross and rose to heaven. In Jesus Holy Name!Amen.
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