Devotional Poetry

Child's Prayer

Child's Prayer

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.

Author Unknown

Now I lay me down to sleep,
In the endlessly rocking cradle,
Dread to te joys my soul will rap,
From drinking the wine at God's table.

I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
From the hungry wolves which devour the spirits,
Of those wrapped in eternal sleep,
Inside matter's unlit garret.

If I should die before I wake,
From this endlessly rocking cardle,
My soul will languish in hell's acid lake,
Drinking its own vintage label.

I pray the Lord my soul to take.
Out of matter's dark garret,
And from death's eternal sleep to wake,
My immortal spirit.

Poet's Note: ▼

I wrote this in 147 B.E. It was inspired by the prayer I learned as a child.