9. FogCat

Rest

Unbuttoned, I lay me down to rest,
Wearied from anger, trouble and test.
Slowly now, the taut unfolds in peace
And anxious thoughts one by one release.
Despite the sorrows that daily grow,
A song, so silent, yet strong repeats;
Praise God from whom all blessings flow.

 

The End

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