A Caring God
As I was dozing in my chair,
Into my mind came this childlike prayer.
As I lay me down to sleep,
I pray The Lord my Soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake,
I pray The Lord my Soul to take.
If He doesn't I'll say, Oh well,
I guess I will be going to hell.
But I believe in a God who cares,
So I know I will be going upstairs.
© Dave Timperley 19 August 2016
Copyright © Dave Timperley | Year Posted 2016
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