When one is wide awake at two in the morning br What does one do as the rains begin pouring? br Does one toss and turn or fret and burn br Or come downstairs and discern br It's time to pen a poem br Scoff at the devil 'n sho'em br Good can be had, negating the bad. br The soul is glad. br br When one is wide awake at two in the morning br The soul enrapt in the love of God is glorying br For the communion of spirit to Spirit br is lost in God's Love and endears It. br The time is perfect for penning a poem br If one loves the Lord one begins to know'em. br Loving and serving Him br Though not deserving Him br Is preserving Him. br br When one is winding down at three in the morning br And finally sleepy with the rain still pouring br The time has come when the long day is done br Barely able to crawl now, let alone run. br Thunder claps' soundtracks! br Lightning flash, adrenalin dash! br Pillow waits br Sleep sates. br br When one is wide awake at 8 in the morning br Again the sun has one glorying br The rains no longer pouring. br Night is done and a new day has begun, br Joy-filled Praise to the Son br An embattled soul has been won.