Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
But still I lie, eyes wide awake,
And feel my hands begin to shake.
For in dreams that wait to strike my mind,
Your heart beats on; we still have time.
I feel your laughter, hear your song.
I hold your hand and hum along.
I have no troubles; all is fair,
And I don’t dread what’s after prayers.
For momma’s love still holds me tight,
And keeps me safe till morning light.
But dreams are wishes of the soul;
They cannot make the broken whole.
And so my mind runs unaware,
Of lips that whisper children’s prayers.
“Now I lay me down to sleep.
I pray the Lord your soul to keep.
If I shall die before I wake,
Please wait for me at heaven’s gate.”