My Bedtime Story

Before I lay me down to sleep

Give me a chance to not just weep

For my head may not ache

Whereas when I kneel I do shake

Should I still be able to cross my heart

I hope the way it beats sets me apart

And though I may be ever so tired

Just know who is most admired

Let me call His name and all his glory

May my Heavenly Father tell me a Bedtime Story

 

Even if it’s one I’ve already heard

I promise to remember every word

For when His voice makes me drift

I pray the Lord that it is swift

And his voice takes me to the skies

While the sun beams on my closed eyes

The smell of daffodils ever so sweet

A flock of doves form at my feet

What a nice Tuesday I’ll have with Maury

Because my Father told me a Bedtime Story

 

Should I happen to fantastically dance

Dare I begin in a champion stance

And grass is covered by long, white roses

Before open doors and not one closes

The purest of sounds they do engulf me

Allowing me to be everything I want to be

I feel super not just a man

Who has no fear Who has no plan

In that field begins the glory

Because my God was my Bedtime Story

 

 

Reviews

[BasketballGirl13]

I really liked this. I love how you ended each stanza with God and the Bedtime story. The word choice you used really added to the poetry making it flow well. Great job! You touched my heart with this poem!