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with eyes closed

with eyes closed, i hear soft music, like a voice of prayer
in the wee hours of the night.
sleep doesn't come, so i welcome this gift
from heaven, before the morning light

an angel of the Lord adorns me with heavenly song
nourishing my tired body, from yesterdays
which only i can understand, being alone
with destiny unsure, and wounds made.

the night passes slowly as i hear a prayer lullaby
rocking me in blissful sleep once again.
holding my hand, as i drift off with memories.

cradled in tenderness, with a soothing prayer
nightingale's song, draws me into restful sleep
thoughts of purity, and grace
lead me to a clement place

as hope will raise not fall
knowing, with forgiveness, i own all

By girlsisy

By girlsisy

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