Tis night and the thief strikes
deep within the malaise doth resistance falter
For the keeper of the watch
this time as sleep has fallen
Not a thing see’s he then
Nary a sound could be heard
Twas the trumpet blast that came
round bout to waken him hither
The watchers certainly did expect this not
for the doctrine in truth bore little
to the resemblance it was once long ago
Instead the sweetness of conviction long gone
no more had been sounding thence
So this my companion in Laodacia doth sleep
as does many who nary does keep
a watch, an eye, and a prayer
For the thief came this way much later
So cry amidst the ruins of the alter
for thy faith this time doth falter
This is the reward for yonder sleep
as thy way in soundness of Laodacia doth keep
Riches, honor, and all at thy hands
while the enemy from foreign lands
has duly killed the watcher this night
and stolen sleep with all his might
and Laodacia is frightened away from thee
with a mighty hand in the land of the free….
By Dana G Smith….The Watchman…wings
