When the light of day fades into the darkness of night.
Just like a old friend the moon peaks out from behind
the clouds of doubt.
Just before I lay my head down on pillows inscented deep
and close my eyes to sleep.
I get down on bending knees, and in silent I speak.
Dear Lord I hope and pray that you will send better day
my way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this one too. Simple sweet prayer.