I sit alone on a quiet bed
Reflecting on my Lord,
And thinking of His promises
From His Holy Word.
I read the Psalms to calm my soul,
To soothe my troubled heart;
How safe, secure and loved I feel
As worries soon depart.
I’m not alone, tho it may seem
Like circumstances rule;
Jesus loves me, this I know,
To doubt I’d be a fool.
In all my life the hand of God
Works all things for my good;
This love and care makes me decide
To do things as I should.
Don’t get me wrong, I fail, I slide,
But love brings me right back;
God’s heart toward me forgives, restores,
He strengthens where I lack.
I couldn’t sleep, I wrote this poem
To You, my precious Lord,
To thank you for your endless love
No riches can afford.
I cannot pay you back for this,
I just accept with joy!
And give You all my love and say,
Praise you, Thank you, Lord.
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