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  • Writer's pictureRabby


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 and will be But my eyes see struggles stay intact When nights is fallen and lids are shut

So As I lay my head to sleep, O Lord, away my troubles sweep And if You can, before I wake, I crave sweet peace my soul to take

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