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Camouflage

I woke up this morning  a little after four 
with the Holy Spirit knocking loudly on my door
I hesitate to heed to the  spiritual call 
even though I was not sleepy at all
I rolled over on my  tired side just to avoided going outside
But I couldn't neglect  the Holy voice because of my selfish  pride
I ventured outside at quarter to five to have my devotional hour
and I was captivated by a strong power
The street was bare and empty and the cold air quickly disappeared
I walked along the well lit street with the Holy Spirit embracing me
Something more powerful than me was guiding and leading me to my destiny
I prayed from the depth of my heart and tears that have been welled up for days
began flowing  on  the messy  street clearing the way for a brand new day
I reached the end of the road  and found a comfortable spot to unveil my heavy load
I stood behind a giant tree  and allow it to cover me 
then I pour out my whole  heart to thee 
I addressed the things that I hold  so dear 
and the challenges that I have faced over the years
All of a sudden cars sprang up everywhere  beaming lights far and near
They drove up and down the road in a harmonious way
 as if they where chaperoning a dignitary around the town
It was quite usual for the traffic to be so heavy 
in a small community so early in the morning
The dispatchers hid quietly not far from me directing traffic from a tiny house 
I moved closer into the bushes and camouflage myself among the trees
I blocked out the distraction and clinged to the trees around me
I became one with the tree and I felt a strong power descending upon me
I prayed for a while  until a car start circling around looking for me
I emerged from the bushes and walked quietly on the bank and there it was
I stood over the drainage with light all over me
 and the woman at the well emerged
 I  poured out my heart to the Almighty 
And He finally restored my dignity.

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