Spiritual Feast
In honor of my early morning church seminary class teachers,
Sister Bruce and Sister Freeby
Bang! Bang!
My alarm clock sings its wordless song,
Today’s performance in perfect time.
Why such an early recital?
Right then I remember- spiritual survival
Seminary class of learning and guidance
Full of upliftment and enrichment
Food for the soul, water for faith
In the early morning.
My natural man tendency to stay curled up
Dissipates in one swift blow
How can I deny great spiritual food
with temporal sleep?
The water of faith to stop dry doubt
is my soul’s constant yearning.
Without further thought I leap from bed
A feast to attend I must swiftly go
The root of motivation is something I know.
In the early morning.
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