Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my baby will sleep.
If he should kick and I lie awake,
I pray the Lord my insides won't ache.
And if my husband begins to snore,
I pray the Lord will help me to love him more.
Especially as he sleeps away,
And I just wait the start of the day.
Now I lay me back down to sleep,
I am really sick of counting sheep.
The clock keeps ticking minutes away,
And I can't find a comfortable way to lay.
And as the silence and darkness goes on,
I can't help but to think of this song.
"Count Your Blessings, name them one by one,"
Very soon you'll hold your own son.
Friday, November 20, 2009
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