Insomnia
As my head is stayed from sleep,
I pray the Lord my dreams to keep
should I tire before they’re made
Oh Lord, I pray; ‘come to my aid But lo my heart as stubborn is
Again, to fear has yielded will
where I did quiver, I shiver still
My dreams as is, I dread to miss When my hands have worked the plough,
muscles ache, sweat stains the brow
zeal has swallowed up my will
But – oh my heart is brim-notch filled Dear Lord, I long to sleep and dream
to see what was, what is