She looks up from her Bible. She smiles because he is there, Nodding in and out of the morning’s slumber. She studies him for a moment, As she leaves the word of psalms. She watches the creases of his mouth form, Into the smile that he shows her. Warmth. Her fingers dance across the leather bound cover. She is still studying his morning beauty. She loses herself in a time, When she would...
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray, Lord, for an awakening. Send me into foreign lands, to be Your feet and Your hands. And if I die before my return, I pray, Lord, Your will be done. Grow in me, what can’t be bound, expose things in Your light, so the lost may be found. By Your grace, we are saved. By Your love, we are never the same. -HML 2010