Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Tend the sick, Lord Christ

Number five in the bedtime prayer reflections.

So much to do at night
While others sleep.
Our God is a God
Who doesn’t sleep
Our God doesn’t close His eyes,
Close Her ears.
Our God is always attentive,
Always present,
With a cool washcloth,
A hand to hold,
A breeze to soothe
A fevered brow,
A quiet word that morning
Will come
A whispered word
That all looks better
In the light of day.

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