Who is that above my pillow?
Touching my head, soft and slow,
Press my forehead over my brow
Pat my shoulders with a gentle blow!
I look around, throwing my glance
Know not where he sits or hides,
But when I feel with eyes close,
His form is so explicit! Yes!
The hand that soothes my soul
And uplifts even the physical
Is the mysterious little Whole!
Every time with me, does miracle.
I rest and He rejuvenates
He smiles, hugs and comforts
What I wish to hear, He speaks
And pulls me out of my sleeps.
Yes, I got Him who that is,
The Almighty waiting at peace!
To help you at your own pace
And be the Invisible in silence!
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