Every waking night and day,
In my closet I go to pray.
I do not ask for much.
The Lord’s prayer is not as such.

Every waking night and day,
I hear what He has to say.
You wonder how I heard?
Why, of course, in His Word.

Every waking night and day,
I clean and go to play,
But only after chores are done,
Before the falling of the sun.

Every waking night and day,
I have a secret place we stay.
I sing. He hears. PRAISE!
All my fears and doubts erase.

Every waking night and day,
I go upon my bed and lay.
My visions will forever keep,
As I trust in Love and sleep.

1-30-1996 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Forever Loving You, my Sweet Jesus!