by Sleep is one of those things that we can’t live without. But what happens when lack of sleep starts to get the best of you? Read the poem below to find out.
I Can’t Sleep
I can’t sleep! I can’t sleep!
Do I pray or do I weep?
Let the music play in your head.
Rest in Jesus while in your bed.
This lack of sleep, all part of trauma.
Give him your fears and all your drama.
I can’t sleep! I can’t sleep!
“I know my child.
My grace runs deep.”
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