Here’s another of those poetic musings that came to me in the night. As I pondered various matters, I was aware of two streams of thought — one had to do with worry which was negative, the other took me to new heights of opportunity for Christian service. So I wrote about the experience in terms of a negative and positive side to waking experiences. Fortunately, I found that my waking this time was quite late in the night, so I could relax in the knowledge that I had, until that time, a pretty good sleep already. It’s a little more maddening when it happens in the wee hours of the morning.
Thank God for the wake-ups
The musings of the night
On one hand they’re annoying
On the other a delight.
I dislike the interruption
Cause it messes with my dreams
But mid-night thoughts are funny
For they tend to tear at well-worn seams.
These thoughts I have in darkness
So easily become worry
Until I see them in the context
Of God’s much grander glory.
If I ever think more deeply
About the reasons for my musings
I realize they’re often prompted
By quite unnecessary choosings.
So much in them is rootless
Mere vanity and pride
Some thoughts are not constructive
They tend to suicide.
But some of these night feedings
Are filled with inspirations
It’s hard to think of sleeping
Amidst their lofty invitations.
So instead of huge frustration
About nocturnal cogitation
I’ll thank my God for nightly wakings
And trust they’ll lead to fruitful pickings.