Awake

Awake, my soul! Awake, harp and lyre! I will awaken the dawn. Psalm 57:8 NIV How marvelous to arise from the bedsheets to sing, O my soul…to awaken the psaltery. To awake the strings, those melodic strums of pleasantry, O my heart…to lighten the dusk. Wake up, O Dawn, I see you in your glory dress. Sweet sunlight wipes the stars from your eyes. Awake! Awake…my glee, I’m a child of the King. Do not the robins, bluejays, and doves sing for me? Awake, O my soul! Awake! I hit my beat as my feet dance in the bedroom street. 10/18/2022

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Victor Buhagiar

Date: 10/19/2022 1:18:00 AM

Incredibly beautiful poem. Praise God every day. Hugs

Kim Rodrigues
Date: 10/19/2022 5:37:00 AM

Thank you, sweet friend! :)

Gershon Wolf

Date: 10/18/2022 9:01:00 PM

Lovely penned, Kim... No coincidences in life, but last week this psalm of King David's appeared on a page of Talmud I was reviewing, in which he asks God if he isn't a pious king compared to all the others? -- for David rises at midnight to sing God's praises, while the others sleep until the 3rd hour of the morning, i.e., about 8:00 or 9:00 a.m. And there you go! ~ Gershon

Kim Rodrigues
Date: 10/19/2022 5:38:00 AM

Yes, are we ready to praise Him! God bless you, Gershon!

Heidi Sands

Date: 10/18/2022 4:20:00 PM

I enjoyed this awakening Kim :)

Kim Rodrigues
Date: 10/18/2022 7:13:00 PM

Thank you, Heidi! :)

Kim Rodrigues
Date: 10/18/2022 7:06:00 PM

Thank you, Heidi! :)