Arms of Thee
Tonight I shall sleep alone,
for my last and final time,
and let my dreams set the tone
until the morning chime.
But when the next I sleep
I shall hear you softly breath,
and bless the Lord my soul to keep,
I shall sleep in the arms of thee.
Copyright © Brianna Picard | Year Posted 2012
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment