Tossing, turning in my bed,
Many thoughts run through my head,
On my back, then my side,
Losing sleep, I can’t abide.
Counting sheep, one, two, three!
PLEASE, Lord, bring sleep to me!
Up now, reading book.
In my comfy little nook.
Sipping tea, eyes droop low,
Back to bed, I think I’ll go.
Maybe this time I will sleep,
While my soul the Lord will keep.
Woke this morning, slept so well.
Grateful for that sleeping spell.