Faith
by Betty Baker Bailey
Though battles rage around me,
I lie in peaceful sleep
For Angels stand at ready
My safety for to keep.
The world is not a safe place.
But I, a little sheep,
Can rest content that His grace
Is sufficiently deep.
And so, until the sunrise,
When dew has kissed His land,
In peace I sleep with closed eyes,
And rest inside His hand.
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