The Gift of Sleep
Come sweet sleep and let me rest,
Let me lay my head upon your breast.
My weary bones can go no more,
And so I'm knocking on your door.
Come sweet sleep and take me away,
To the place of dreams where I can play.
Erase all thought of strife and stress,
And allow my frazzled mind to rest.
And when I wake to a new day,
With nighttime dreams fading away,
I'll gladly embrace this day from God,
And seek His guidance for this path I trod.
Thank You, God, for the gift of sleep,
And for the nightly watch You keep,
That allows me to lie down in peace,
And surrender my cares in sweet release.
Oct. 2008
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