Sweet dreams
Mountains outside
My window
Fire roaring
Indoors
As I’m cuddled
In a buffalo check
Print blanket
As I attempt
To not
Fall asleep
With sweet dreams
true
Lord You don’t My accomplishment You want My obedience A trust Without condition I could try And give You the world Then I Remember It’s yours The purest love Requires Not grand gestures And public audiences But quiet resolve To be The best Ambassador For the Kingdom
...are made of this. Who am I to disagree?
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