Tired hands open to blessings
which pour from Heaven above;
Angel voices harmonize
to the gentle ourpouring of love.
Tender mercies rain down
cleansing the darkened sky;
Head lays down on pillow soft,
heaving a gentle sigh.
The moon lights the darkness;
The sounds of evening fill the air;
All is calm in the shadows,
as we sleep without a care.


Comments: 27
Thanks Cheryl.
It's nice to remember those nights.
Nice piece.