“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.”
The prayer of a little child,
so tender, meek, and mild.
Asking for love and assurance,
trusting the Lord in reverence.
A time of life, so simple,
yet it sets a good example.
The start of a life of prayer,
to the Father that does care.
With our foundations set in stone,
we know we’ll never be alone.
He’ll walk with us, hand in hand,
and carry us, when needed, in the sand.
We’ll grow more day by day,
as we continue to live and pray.
Longing one day to leave this place,
and finally see Jesus, face to face.
On that day, how glorious it’ll be,
as we continue to celebrate eternity.
From a little child-like prayer,
and now we’re finally there.
We’ll walk those streets of gold,
hear and see, all we’ve been told.
To the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
all in praise with the Heavenly Host.