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Sleepy Eyed by Yvonne Ramsey Went to church on Sunday mornin'. My husband by my side. When the preacher started preahin'; My man got sleepy eyed. His head it got real heavy like; It nodded with a jerk. But when I pinched him on the leg. He sat there quite alert. As soon as I thought all was well. I saw he dripped some drool. I pulled the hairs upon his arm. He seemed to think me, cruel. But it only cured His symptoms; Just for a little bit. I thought my life was over when; His head fell with a hit. I felt like sinkin' in my chair. When all eyes looked our way. After that, my husband awoke; To hear the preacher say. It's time to wake up Christian friend; And listen to the Lord! Don't let Him find you sawing logs; Or living like the world! Too many Christians lulled asleep; By devils lullabies. Pray to the Lord and keep alert; Beware of sleepy eyes. Jesus left them in the garden. He told them all to pray. When He returned, they were asleep. Will He find you that way? My husband sat there quite awake. Stunned by the preachers words. Will he sleep in church again? Or will his heart be stirred? I guess we'll find out next Sunday; Whether He stays awake. After that toe stompin' sermon; It should be a piece of cake. Mark 13:35-37 |
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