He whispered my name
I heard it quite clear
He said “I am coming,
I’m coming my dear.”
I lay in my bed
Between waking and sleep
But sounds in my ear
His whisper would keep.
I cannot be sure
Of the voice that I heard.
Was it God in His wisdom?
Or the Devil’s bad word?
I am shivering now
As I lay here in fear
I have to begin
But the whisper is near
The choices I make
As I rise from my bed
Will allow me to live
Or perhaps leave me dead
He whispered my name
I heard it so plain
But wait just a moment
My name is not Jane!
Phew! Close one 😀
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hahaha yep!
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I am so glad your name is not Jane….. See you in awhile! xo
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hahaha me too!
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LOVE it! 😉
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Thank you!
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Ha, ha, ha! I loved this. Jane.
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haha shhhhh don’t tell my alias!
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Ha! ya got me so engrossed…did not see that coming…great write, Pam…you made me smile:)
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Thanks! That means a lot to to me.
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