So often as I lay me down
upon my bed to sleep --
I’m haunted by old memories
and I begin to weep.
And then I stop and look around
at other mem'ries fair --
Through each of them, I realize
that He is always there.
The one who hung the stars of night
and ladled out the seas –
carved peaks and valleys, etched the hills,
gave breath to every breeze.
I’m grateful for each mountaintop
and for the strength to climb --
for He who breathed life into man
lives now and for all time.
Life’s challenges are always there --
some great and some are small.
But, through it all, I know for sure
His love transcends them all.
Again, the sun sets in the west
as I drift off to sleep.
Tonight, my heart is filled with hope --
His promises He’ll keep.
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