Psalm 235, Hearing G

I woke this morning to a stir.

“Dennis!” I heard. Loud.

It was 2:30 and the house was dark.

“Here I am Lord,” I replied, plagiarizing youthful Samuel.

I listened, but heard nothing, I rolled over to pull a blanket up over my shoulders, still believing.

What kind of logic is it that requires an answer so immediately?

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