My bed it welcomes the blanket it warms, the pillow is soft but my head it swarms. Frustrated, worn out, not sure what to do, a feeling of fear creeps into my soul. The tears start to flow as the dark closes in. I've nowhere to turn, but my Saviour is there. I whisper my plea, for relief and help. His presence I feel, His face close to mine. The truth of His Word I speak to my soul. I remember how He has helped me before. He is my helper, Who lights up my path I'll trust once again that He has my back. I slowly drift off wrapped in love divine, knowing I am His and that He is mine.
He is yours Beloved! Turn, reach out, whisper, cry out; He is there waiting with a love that is inexhaustible and a knowledge that is unfathomable.