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Awakened in the night Jesus speaking to me a voice
spoken low. "I cannot hear you Jesus, help me now
though this pencil in my hand". He took the pencil and
pressed it to the page. He wrote words that hurt me,
and made me cry. I could clearly read them even with
the tears in my eyes. He took the pencil, held it to my
face, all the words he erased. He wanted me for a
purpose, but I didn't carry through, then he gave me
back the pencil and a job for him to do, this time I will
follow his calling to do what he would have me do.
Through my prayers, now I share with you.
Mike Kelley, Born in the bluegrass, just outside Louisville, Kentucky. Traveling the world and the country sometime feeling like a tumbleweed, building on his experiences of life. Served in the US Navy and a Vietnam Veteran with Attack Squadron Seventy-Five from Oceana Virginia. A writer of poetry and short stories and a member of the International Society of Poets. Studied with Rod McKuen, in Southern California. Has worked in Radio commercials as "Cowboy Bob". Has a hand in art, music, and song writing. A lover of nature and outdoor activities. Now living happily in Cincinnati, Ohio with his wife Susan.
