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When the blanket of the nighttime,
Enfolds me in its sleep,
All the problems of the daytime,
I will pass to God to keep.
I know He can cope better,
Than however hard I try,
As I try my best to fall asleep
And close a weary eye.
And drifting off like magic,
Into gentle peaceful dreams,
He gives me understanding,
Of my life and what it means.
In soporific solitude,
My thoughts will slide away,
In total preparation
For an up and coming day.
And always my last vision,
Soft and gentle, very kind..
Is of a tiny lilac butterfly
Which comes flitting through my mind.
Caressing every thought I have...
Events throughout the day...
Its like he's come to wish goodnight,
And always he will say...
'We have come to bless you,
And keep a watchful eye,
We'll always take good care of you,
You know....your God, and I'.
Sally Hemingway
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