Christianity: a cure for the insomiac
To be tired and to be blessed
A common trial and test
Fatigue reminds me best
In Him I am to rest
For to sleep I am depraved
In my humble shallow grave
Shall I follow the path You paved
Yes, You are the rest I crave
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