July 30, 2013 by Erin
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.
Andy - July 31, 2013 @ 8:43 am
Beautiful.
John Leek - July 31, 2013 @ 9:45 am
English, it suits you well. :)
Pops - August 1, 2013 @ 8:23 am
All I can picture is the kids from Mary Poppins nodding off to sleep…well done.
Amy - November 17, 2013 @ 12:19 am
You bring me to tears tonight my friemd