Christ’s reassuring presence during sleep

When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber,
 Its closing eye looks up to Thee in prayer;
Sweet the repose beneath the wings o’ershading, But sweeter still to wake and find Thee there. (Harriet Beecher Stowe 1855)

When I was a child, I heard this bedtime poem from my best girlfriend: “Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord, my soul to keep. If I should die before I… Continue reading →