The Unheard Music

God, as I lay me down to sleep,

You still hold the moon and stars in place

While silence’s what I want to keep

You create all songs with sweet embrace/

As I close my eyes to find rest

There echo words of serenity

And the universe does its best

To orchestrate its harmony/

What beauty and splendor I find

In music sung by all existence

Most loving, comforting and kind

Are His ways covered with His presence/

Now, as I drown in quietness

All I hear are unheard songs of old

The stars, moon and the universe

All conspire for glory to be told//

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