My Bedtime Story


 

Before I lay me down to sleep

 

Give me a chance to not just weep

 

For my head may not ache

 

Whereas when I kneel I do shake

 

Should I still be able to cross my heart

 

I hope the way it beats sets me apart

 

And though I may be ever so tired

 

Just know who is most admired

 

Let me call His name and all his glory

 

May my Heavenly Father tell me a Bedtime Story

 

 

 

Even if it’s one I’ve already heard

 

I promise to remember every word

 

For when His voice makes me drift

 

I pray the Lord that it is swift

 

And his voice takes me to the skies

 

While the sun beams on my closed eyes

 

The smell of daffodils ever so sweet

 

A flock of doves form at my feet

 

What a nice Tuesday I’ll have with Maury

 

Because my Father told me a Bedtime Story

 

 

 

Should I happen to fantastically dance

 

Dare I begin in a champion stance

 

And grass is covered by long, white roses

 

Before open doors and not one closes

 

The purest of sounds they do engulf me

 

Allowing me to be everything I want to be

 

I feel super not just a man

 

Who has no fear Who has no plan

 

In that field begins the glory

 

Because my God was my Bedtime Story

 

 

 

 

 

 

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