When my feet start to drag
When my run begins to lag
When my eyelids hang heavy
Because my pace is more speedy than steady
When rest evades me
Though it should sustain me
I have to stop
He gives His beloved sweet sleep
In the Shepherd’s hand to keep
I find a reservoir of peace
When I rest at Your feet
My body once torn
Now finds health restored
In the simple act of sleep
I, Your exhausted sheep
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