Rest now, my child, your dreams embrace-
For fear won't help you in the race
Where darkness lurks and demons dare
To steal your hopes and bring despair
Hold fast to Jesus- he is near,
Regardless where you go, he's there
And promises to never leave;
So hold to him, to Jesus cling
I must to my own dreams retreat-
To close my eyes and loose my feet-
And travel far in slumber land
Alone, save Jesus at my hand
Then when we gather in the morn
To tell our tales, the victories won
In every dream, some dark some bright,
With Jesus there to make things right
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