Sometimes In Supplication

Sometimes in supplication, Or just in earnest prayer, I kneel beside my bed, and then I feel Him lift my care. But other times I’m lying, Cradled snugly in my bed, When joyfilled words of thanks I raise By thoughts within my head. What comfort, this, to realize No matter what the case, He sees and He does not despise The position or the face. Sometimes my weary eyelids Force me into sleep Before my prayer is ended, Without my thanks complete. Then, when I wake refreshed once more, I thank Him once again That what was hours of sleep to me Was just a pause to Him.