August 26, 2011
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Call me in the morning
Call me inthe morning-
Once timehas passed.
For it isdark outside-
And I willnot be last.
To someit’s asygnation-
To othersa time for sleep.
But as formy own reason,
It’s notfor you to Tweet.
Call me inthe morning-
When lighthast broken through.
Then weshall sally forth,
And laughat mornings dew.
Why can’t he hear You?
The angry waves crash down by the shore:
The shouting of voices at his very door,
The Pounding of surf within his heart-
Why can’t he hear You?
He’s tired of listening and not catchinga sound:
Tired of footfalls with no one around,
Tired of deafness and ignorant thought-
Why can’t he hear You?
Some men they drink to quiet the mind:
Seeking the truth right in front of theireyes,
Sometimes like them he’s not very wise -
Why can’t he hear You?
H’se been to Golgotha and seen the tomb.
He knows the power of that upper room.
Loyal like Job and yet so confused-
Why can’t he hear You?
