To kneel by the side of my bed.
Lay my head right down.
To thank my Jesus.
For His love and His life here now.
The way He holds all things.
Just can't get over it, you know?
The way He smiles and delights in His children.
And how we must slow.
How the rush rushes us right past.
And I kneel grateful.
That we are in it, and in it together.
He and I.
This Jesus and me,