Sleep Sleep is at hand
How I need thee
Come and get me
Take me to dream land
Where butterflies live
I will be happy
Even if it’s just one I see
Please I ask
Come and get me.
Awake Awake
I don’t want you
I need sleep don’t you see
Maybe if I drink a cup of green tea
Nighty Nighty for me
In my bed I tossed and turned
Now, I’m really, really concerned
I should try counting sheep
Maybe then, I will fall asleep
My eyes are awake through the night watches, that I may meditate on Your word. Psalm 119:148
Written by Bridget Sherman
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1 comment:
for me dream land is Heaven. I am not sure if it is for you, but it is to me. We are his sheep and he is our shepherd. He watches over us. This poem says that to me.
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