Food For Thought
The grace of day is dead
The crest of night is through
I with prayers said
Believe His truth is true.
My head too pillow finds
Renewal of restful sleep
Awake with clearer mind
And to His truth, I keep.
When the fancy fit my ear
His book of power I read
And never fear of salty tear
Upon His truth, I feed.
Copyright © Mike Samford | Year Posted 2007
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