Being Called, I See Poem by James McLain

and here we are, all as us, we stay.
and all, each blessing of thine elegance.
and thus because each of thy to many is,
never asking why, your everything, still is.
thou voice perhaps entreats i heard whereof
and being given over to that day, each cause.
which to often need it be, you have called,
and perhaps you obtain it from heaven,
as for thy elegance in grace, through him
only through him upon the hill, et. al,
and you, your heart it can obtain each one,
you/your remainders.
and being called sweet, with sleep,
being called, I see.