A psalm of alarm, set to the sound of an alarm clock, siren, or blaring emergency beacon.
What are you waiting for?
The conditions to be more favorable?
The time to be more precise?
A stirring coupled with an in-action equals red-handed mutiny….
Would you look on the Cross and pronounce, “Not now….”
Would you fall asleep a third time in Gethsemane?
Would you seek to find more prime parameters?
Now ask yourself why?
Are you a rebel?
Do you purposely stick your finger into the flow of God to stop the Living Water?
Do you quench the Holy Spirit of God by knowing the thing you ought to do and not doing it?
I’ll start tomorrow. I will wait a little longer. I’m not tired; I have much strength left in me…you just wait and see. Yawn. I’m fine. Heavy blinks. I can still find my way back. Yawn…yawn. You just…wait. I’ll get on that later…. Yawn, yawn, yawn, heavy, blurred vision. A dropping of the head.
A little sleep.
A little slumber.
A little folding of the hands to rest.
And then YOU’RE DEAD.
You’ve wasted all with which you could have blessed the King.