Awakened
Awakened by the Whip-Poor-Will
Then the cooing of the gray Dove
Spring's sun shining _call of Bluegill
The Oak doesn't call though my precious Love
His love's infallibility
Lift's me in times of trouble and strife
Through all predictability
Of His love like tunes of fife
His great reliability
Lifts me in all of life's great storms
For it's sustainability
Keeps my awesome spiritual being warm
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