WıDe Awake At Two Poem by Carmela Patterson

When one is wide awake at two in the morning
What does one do as the rains begin pouring?
Does one toss and turn or fret and burn
Or come downstairs and discern
It's time to pen a poem
Scoff at the devil 'n sho'em
Good can be had, negating the bad.
The soul is glad.

When one is wide awake at two in the morning
The soul enrapt in the love of God is glorying
For the communion of spirit to Spirit
is lost in God's Love and endears It.
The time is perfect for penning a poem
If one loves the Lord one begins to know'em.
Loving and serving Him
Though not deserving Him
Is preserving Him.

When one is winding down at three in the morning
And finally sleepy with the rain still pouring
The time has come when the long day is done
Barely able to crawl now, let alone run.
Thunder claps' soundtracks!
Lightning flash, adrenalin dash!
Pillow waits
Sleep sates.

When one is wide awake at 8 in the morning
Again the sun has one glorying
The rains no longer pouring.
Night is done and a new day has begun,
Joy-filled Praise to the Son
An embattled soul has been won.