Proverbs 3:…4I was crying to the LORD with my voice, And He answered me from His holy mountain. Selah. 5I lay down and slept; I awoke, for the LORD sustains me.

Night defiantly whispers,

“No rest here. “ And sleep

steals the covers,

tauntingly tapping tic-tock

on your brain.

Scripture is like a father’s

bedtime story to his child,

like a mother’s lullaby.

Remembered promises,

experienced and witnessed, repeat hope

in the cell of circumstances,

fluff pillows and prepare the heart

to receive just enough.

God tucks the soul

beneath the blanket of his wings

and feeds truth and comfort, though

our fallen bodies fail us.