Wee Hours

It's in the wee hours of the morning that God speaks to me. Not in a loud voice; it's usually gentle and sweet.

And no we are not limited to that time alone, but it's most precious, free from kids and the cares of home.

Sometimes I kneel and pray silently; other times I stand with arms lifted knowing I have the victory.

There are those times that He sends me to different rooms of my home; making sure that I take the Holy Spririt along.

To forcefully drive out the enemy; I tell him in Jesus' name he must flee.



It's in the wee hours of the morning that I share my inner dreams. He always reminds me that He has plans for me and will make a means.

Plans to prosper me and give a hope and a future. Teaching me to search the scriptures; being not just a reader but also a doer.

A doer of His will, in the wee hours of the morning I will be.

Ever giving Him the praise and glory, from now into enternity.

For He saved me from myself, that sinful nature within.

Gave me Jesus for a savior, even made me an heir with Him.



So if the wee hours of the morning is what He requires of me, wee hours of the morning so shall it be.