Forgotten Drummer

Oh, the forgotten
drummer who keeps the hard beat.
He keeps playing in hopes I will
eventually follow His rhythm.
I hear His stomps and brushes
at midnight when I am most awake.
I hear His wild call in the setting hours
as I settle into slumber time.
My own drummer boy, my God, my shepherd
who is in the background with His
sticks and pedals pounding away begging
me to sing out and cry His name.
I hear you.
I love you.
I will cry out and sing your name.

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