In the calm, still of the night, He waits for me.....

But not to the element of surprise.

His intent is to protect me

from harm and danger, both seen and unseen.

But I am oblivious to His outreached hand,

so alone I continue to stand.

Naked to the brutal assaults of the world,

like a new born baby, ignorant to knowledge.

He waits for me,

Longing for me to call out to Him,

not only when I've fallen down

with no strength to get up on my own

but when I'm taking a ride on cloud nine

and feel like I'm floating in the sky.

He waits for my in a quiet place,

and welcomes me into His home.


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