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Phrases of worship lift from her heart
They come up like dew on her breathe
The sky it dims over crimson trees
As the day comes to an end
“Come rest children,”
I hear the Father call
She nestles up to His great side of love
His voice a warm hearth
Where she falls

And God bless her beautiful life
God bless her beautiful life
Sing her to sleep
Oh great God of peace
And fill her dreams with Your light

There are blues and yellows
In dreams of gold
That dance before her sight
All her fears and frustrations are conquered here
By the God of goodness and right
Whispers of sounds of places abound
In her head while she is sleeping
His amazing grace covers her now
She is His for the keeping