Come, friends,
Roost yourselves upon My branches,
And you will find relief
From your nightmarish fancies.
Unable to find rest in this tumultuous sea
Of blankets tossing from restless sleep,
Swim a lap with Me to find your peace.
For though it is yet night,
The birds outside sing to My delight
And remind you of the coming dawn.
It will not always be this dark,
And then you’ll find that you’re not alone.
But in the mean time,
Trust that I’m still with you
As I promised that I would always be.
Follow My whispers,
And you will always find Me.
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