Unlike Joseph Poem by James Tipp

Sleep evades me and I wake up stiff.
Dreams that cannot be shared or remembered,
Have stolen my night and left me empty of reason.
The tangled bed speaks of my struggle in the night
The heaviness of mind and eye are seen upon me.
Am I a chosen one, part of His Kingdom, or what?
Can such a confused mind share the truth?
Grace is the key to calling, a grace that mends,
Mends the broken and refuses to quench
The flickering, smouldering flame
So sweat drenched and dripping there is still hope.