Trust Not The Night

Oh what trust which is lain unto the night,

For sleep with promise of tomorrow

Shall not be in realm of our sight.

As to our slumber, each we go,

With eyes shut tight,

And soft breath, slowed.

All in trust, beneath

 stars tender light,

Yet how should we know,

if our trust to this silence grows.

For many there be,

Which unto death do sleep,

For there is not a way,

Which when called,

Will stay the hand of the dark angel

 to  the coming day.

Oh remember once,

Oh remember when,

The nights rites

Would thus begin….

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I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

For if I should die before I wake

I pray the Lord, my soul to take.

So, sleep not tonight,

In blind trust

of tomorrows light,

Yet always remain,

Steadfast in the faith

Of His promise

Of the coming of a better day.

J. Allen Wilson © 2004

Sleep Soft

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