I wrote this poem back in 2008 and posted it on RF at that time. I just stumbled upon it today and thought I would repost it for all the new members.
Awake Sleeping Heart".
Awake, sleeping heart, at Jesus' call!
Upon your face in worship fall
Who name His name as Lord of all.
Prove now your claim is truth indeed:
That all His will you truly heed
Though smould'ring flax and weakened reed,
Relying solely on His might,
His sword, His shield, His Word, His light,
The fight of faith your only fight,
Despairing not through trials dark,
Depending just on Him to mark
Your way through tribulations stark.
Be wearied not by service hard.
Trust that His love has placed a guard
Around you here, and His regard
For every need that you might face
As you pursue this earthly race
Is sure for you. Of doubt no trace
Should ever cloud His Son-lit sky.
No need to ever question why:
Just know He hears your every cry.
His eye beholds your every fall,
His heart responds to every call,
His word assures you above all
That He loves you. Yes, He loves you!
He will guide and ever keep you:
He will never, never leave you;
Yes, He loved you and He formed you and, sure as He is,
He moved heav'n and earth to ensure you'd be His—
That you'd hear His call and know that He lives.
So you're safe in His hands, secure in His heart!
Nothing exists that can tear you apart
From the love that He's held for you right from the start.
Before you were born He foresaw all your days,
He knew all your secrets and beheld all your ways.
Ere the day of your birth you were under His gaze
And He ensured that what happened would be for your good
Though it doubtless was painful, yet He knew it would
Prune you and mold you. The hay, stubble and wood
Would consume in His furnace of suffering and pain.
And what would come forth would be lasting gain:
Gold, silver and jewels, and a robe without stain.
So awake sleeping heart and answer His call!
Remember the service you owe above all
To the One who has saved you from Adam's great fall.
You say you are His, so prove now your word
You must lace up your sandals, your loins you must gird
You must pick up the shield, take the sword of the Word
The helm of salvation, the righteous breastplate.
Now stand on the Rock, and trust your own fate
To the care of the Master. He'll keep your way straight.
The night's almost over, the day's almost here;
So banish your worries, dispel all your fear—
Your God and your Savior is drawing you near.
It will not be long till the trumpet shall sound
And the dead shall rise from out of the ground,
Then we, in the heaven's, shall with them be found.
And we shall be changed as we look on His face
Into the image of His perfect grace,
Leaving of what was, not one tiny trace.
So we'll praise God as we live, forever with Him,
In the light of a sun that never shall dim:
It was never about us ... it was all about Him.