Shepherd of the eventide, gather me close to your heart. Oversee my night. Still the restless inner voices of discontent that cause me to flail. Whisper goodwill into my spirit.
Thank You that in sleep we recover flagging energies. I pray you would purify my human longings, instill in me a deepening faith, and and emblazon my hope….
In morning’s first light may You find me committed to the tasks at hand, but for now I deliberately release my hold.
Patsy Clairmont, in Pillow Prayers. © 2005 Patsy Clairmont Published by J. Countryman/Thomas Nelson Book Group