To shelter O Lord in Your cloak
Of warmth as the cool of the
Night descends over the land
The moon glows and the
Glittering stars fill the sky

Held by Your heavenly hand.
The mind wanders to the blessings
Of the day and ones that
Have gone amiss

I pray Lord Your angels will
Gently come and on my brow
To plant a kiss
Where the cold seeps away

Because You My God
Watch with Your eternal light
And any troubles in my heart
Drown in whispers as I
Sleep into the night.

Joyce Gale © 2007
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