Dream Commando

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DREAM COMMANDO

Surely I was naive back then,
Believing fervently in the cause
And volunteering to be part
Of the team. We were as well
Trained as anyone at that
Time: dropped behind enemy lines
To spy out the lay of things,

Whatever of their war machine
We could see, but the jungle
Was thick not just with us;
So we wandered about lost
For weeks until they captured us
And put us in cells underground,
And it was then I began to be

Introspective. How could I not
With no one else to guide me?
They held us secretly; so no one
Knew I was alive, and soon I didn't know
It either. I learned to drift
From wakefulness to dream
In an instant. They tortured me

Of course, but these times were merely
The nightmares, quite exciting
And distracting, not at all what one
Might think and forced me in upon myself
To realize that God was in here someplace
With me, and if I sought him hard enough
In my dream state, he would rescue me,

And so their attempts to force some
Admission from me failed, for there was no
Reality in them, and I couldn't deny
The progress I had made while sleeping,
Dwelling so much in God's own kingdom
He has made my dreams a haven,
And I am secure there with him.

There is one small bowl of rice
They bring me each day,
But it is too much and merely
Distracts me from my work
Of seeking, of running through
The jungle like a great cat
Knowing the Lord is calling.