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