2 Alexcya Hopper No matter what I do, I wake up at noon. It’s a problem, I know, but what can I do? I set alarms, Go to bed by nine, Listen to calming music, Why can’t I wake up on time? Am I just cursed to never wake up before I’m needed? Will I ever know the joy of sunrise? I know the culprit. How could I not? I’ve known him since I can remember. He makes me sad, takes away my spark. He’s the reason I wake up at noon. Danae Becker A common fisherman by Galilee, He threw the net out for the fish and then Glimpsed a newman walking along the sea. This man promised that he would fish for men. Chastised and confused by the words he heard, This fisherman seemed fated to falter. But within him, deep faith was being stirred, And, bravely, he stepped out onto the water. His weakness and strength, doubt and confidence, Even the denial that caused him to weep— Through it all, he would extend providence. This man would be the rock and feed the sheep. Hung on a tree with his head toward the floor, He was not worthy to die like his Lord. noon cephas
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