Psalm-88 (Original)
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Father, in reclining,
I go with your Word
In my heart.
Like the baby with a pacifier.
Or nourished with a bottle
Of milk, I am comforted
For a night of rest.
No tossing and counting sheep,
But only a peaceful sleep.
Oh, the hope and comfort
Of your Word…
Too big for words.
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