blog post, Blog Posts, Personal Thoughts, Poem, Prose


By days end, I can see;

My Love’s Grace burst in me.

Quiet alludes, most fit nights,

Scatted sheets-tears of flight.

I aim to please, my Lord and King,

I Love to praise to Him and sing.

Why then this-promised rest;

To those He Loves at His breast?

Only He sustains and gives;

Sweet sleep to those that are His.

He grants sleep to those He loves. Psalm 127:2


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