July 30, 2013
A Lullaby
Find rest, my soul
In the God of cricket song and fireflies,
The composer of the evening breeze.
Be still, my heart.
Steady your beat to the rhythm He brings–
A gracious cadence, unforced, unstrained.
Fret not, my mind.
Concern yourself with nought but tinkling rain.
The noise of your care has no place here.
Shut now, my eyes.
A Father’s Love guards your sleep with peace,
And as He watches over you, He sings.
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