Sleep seems to elude me sometimes

when memories overwhelm my soul,

and I have to ask you Father

please will you take control.

The hurts and joys of the past

I lift them all to you,

I must press on and look forward

To the hope that is in view.

I see the finish line up ahead

where the glory of God does shine,

It won’t be long and I’ll be in heaven

With my Father all the time.

O what a hope, O what a joy

Of our heavenly home above,

Forever there to stay

With my Father whom I so love.

So as I lie here thinking

Of eternity up ahead,

I pray that sleep overtakes me

As I lie here in my bed.

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Philippians 3:13,14. Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one thing I do,forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before,I press  toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.