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Whirring Wheels

William Arthur Dunkerley (John Oxenham)

Lord, when on my bed I lie,
Sleepless, unto Thee I'll cry;
When my brain works overmuch,
Stay the wheels with Thy soft touch.

Just a quiet thought of Thee,
And of Thy sweet charity,--
Just a little prayer, and then
I will turn to sleep again.

(C) William Arthur Dunkerley (john Oxenham)
03/10/2020


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