Minutes left til I must face the day
I sit quietly and close my eyes
I climb into the lap of my Father
He holds me close and
with his face in my hair
He breathes in my smell
I press closer to His chest
and feel His beating heart
pressing closer still
my heart begins to beat
to the rhythm of his heart
and for a moment
we are one.
Jesus, lover of my soul
let me to thy bosom fly...
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