Awake

Awake

I dreamed that God knew me

before I was born

and bestowed upon me great gifts

in his servant they would hear

the glory of creation

in story and song

the wonders of God

would be painted

His word would be heard

the words of God

would flow through me

to the hearts of his creation

but I was lazy

unwilling to work to perfection

these gifts, these blessings

I let them languish

knowing I was blessed

and believing that I was the gift

sleeping and playing

thinking that my gifts would remain

thinking the talent was my own

my stories became lies

my music became rote

my passion became work

when God removed these gifts

I was ashamed for wasting them

and begged for their return

I dreamt I had lost it all

and then I woke up

and it was true