Son of God
She rather self-
Gentle Jesus, meek and mild;
Look upon a little child.
Pity my simplicity,
Suffer me to come to Thee.
Then, overcome by all that had happened, she poured out her deepest longing.
Father, please meet with my man.
He has done the best he can.
But I know his best won't do.
He is poor compared with You.
I love him so very much.
Please let him feel Your kind touch.
Please change him into Your son.
Please unite us both as one.
Lord, I know You answer prayer.
I believe You're always there.
I give to You everything.
In our home, Lord, reign as King.
She got into bed, pulled the covers over her and turned out the table light. A minute later a thought occurred to her, and she put the light on, got back out of bed and knelt down once again.
"Amen," she said loudly. "Sorry, I forgot to say it!"
Getting back into bed she thought, 'I don't know if that's important, but you can't be too careful, can you?' In spite of everything, tiredness and her ability to nod off quickly meant she was soon asleep.
It was around midnight before Pete arrived home, slightly the worse for wear in every respect! However, with his mind still whirling around, he decided to have a quick shower before turning in. Even after that he wasn't sleepy, so got himself a cup of hot chocolate, hoping the comforting warmth would kick-