Dear April Poem by Itai Oscar

In the middle of the night
when owls are having their lunch
and you're lying in between the
sheets
everything is quiet and you feel
you're alone
when darkness surrounds you
and there is no streak of light
nearby
when bad thoughts and
nightmares are haunting you
swimming in the deep sea of
misery
and the shore seems so far away
honey!
don't hesitate to call on me
even a whisper will get my
attention
I'm the Standby that Jesus Christ
talked about before departing
the another Comforter to comfort
you
Juss call, honey and I'd be there
I'd wipe your tears
and sing you a lullaby

yours in love
Holy Spirit