To His Beloved

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A praise for a long, quiet night,

A praise for peaceful rest

A praise that with tomorrow’s dawn

I’ll rise to face the test.

 

The dark half of the year is here,

There’s little light to see.

Sometimes it feels as if the dark

Is overwhelming me.

 

But I am not alone out here,

The dark can’t contain You,

And I have faith that this will pass,

That You will see me through.

 

So, I will lift a praise tonight

For darkness, peace and rest.

Then I will go to sleep trusting

That You’ll handle the rest.

 

Psalm 127:2

It is in vain that you rise up early and go late to rest, eating the bread of anxious toil; for he gives to his beloved sleep.