As shadows advance with light’s retreat, prompt wings of the heart to fold in repose.
No fright scars the night, encircled in mercy.
As western sky fades, with compline’s approach, prompt vigilant hands to fold in repose.
No fright scars the night, encircled in mercy.
As silence descends, distraction restrained, prompt anxious eyes to fold in repose.
No fright scars the night, encircled in mercy.
For Your lap entreats, Your arms enfold, remind us again of the Promise foretold.
Behold! Behold! The mercy untold! Our refuge, our strength, secured in Your hold.
©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org. Inspired by Psalm 131.