NOT SAMUEL!
When Samuel, the prophet was young
And his ministry barely begun…
He heard the Lord’s call
And abandoned all
To seek out the Master’s tongue.
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He heard a Voice call his name,
Thought Eli had called the same….
Eli said, “to bed”,
And when He calls have no dread
But respond to Him all the same.
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“Speak, for thy servant heareth,”
Samuel said as the Lord drew neareth….
Samuel listened and then
Told Eli again
How God would his ministry sheareth.
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Like the Prophet Samuel I’m not,
Let me tell you my own feeble plot…
I wake up from naps
Hearing my name or cats,
Waking up from sleep on the spot.
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My wife claims she hasn’t called,
But was happy I got up after all…
For her pressing need
Of assistance with speed,
The answer has yet to fall.
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One time, most recently,
I felt cat’s feet across me…
With no cat in sight,
Just dim evening light
It is perplexing, don’t you agree?
–Jonathan Caswell
NOTE: This poem is written for educational and entertainment value…and should not be used to ascertain or assume any disease or disorder! (The Author)
By the Mighty Mumford 