This insomnia thing,
I don't know how to stop it.
So I asked the King
To of sleep, put me in state,
And flood my soul with his
heavenly and sweet peace,
Wash away every voice of fear,
and all the noisy thoughts
that keep me awake all night.
Yes, I asked Jesus the King
To help me sleep soundly tonight.
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