READ YOURSELF A BEDTIME STORY, Harry Presley

 Read yourself a bedtime story

And instead of counting sheep

Feast your soul on heaven’s glory

In the Bible ‘ere you sleep.

 

‘Tis a precious priceless treasure

And within it you will find

Hope and comfort beyond measure

And a restful peace of mind.

 

Let those sacred holy pages

Be your soul’s immortal chart

And their wisdom of the ages

Be engraved upon your heart.

 

It will bring a night of sleeping

Filled with dreams of pure delight

With your soul in heaven’s keeping

As you travel through the night.

 

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