Jesus in Prayer

Arose in the night
Laid down by His side
His hand gently upon my soft hair.

Sleep sweetly dear child
I’ll take this watch
You have nothing to fear with me here.

His breath, gentle breeze
Carried me to my dreams
Until I awoke to fresh light.

In His place, warm ground
As He rose in the sky
His glorious light reflected in my eyes.

By Stephanie Kilpatrick

(Stephanie Kilpatrick is a member of St. Joan of Arc Parish in Indianapolis.) †

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