The Deep Night Hours
In the deep night hours - the dark of day,
Pictures & words creep out to have their say,
Darting around the mind of one who lays restless and sleepless,
O how many poor souls are tossing, turning, spinning half awake,
When night visits and the quiet moon light peeks through the windows and upon their beds,
Day time is fine for all the fears and silent thoughts hide away in the busyness and glare,
But as day turns to night and night to day,
The tormenters are never far away,
Frequent visitors to each night, a never ending play,
Where will peace and solace come from, is there an exit way?
To peace, perfect peace that stays, no matter night or day ...
Pictures & words creep out to have their say,
Darting around the mind of one who lays restless and sleepless,
O how many poor souls are tossing, turning, spinning half awake,
When night visits and the quiet moon light peeks through the windows and upon their beds,
Day time is fine for all the fears and silent thoughts hide away in the busyness and glare,
But as day turns to night and night to day,
The tormenters are never far away,
Frequent visitors to each night, a never ending play,
Where will peace and solace come from, is there an exit way?
To peace, perfect peace that stays, no matter night or day ...
"Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus." Apostle Paul, Philippians 4:6-7
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