End of Day

When your hands set down their tools,
And Day puts away his plow,
I pray your heart’s at ease
To find the rest it needs.

A house that is a home,
And the ones who make it so,
A haven from the wind
Of grumbling man’s sin.

A peace that starts inside,
From a knowledge of yourself
And a knowledge of His care,
Mirrored by all who’s there.

A body that is tired,
And brings your soul to sleep,
To wake again renewed,
And see the next day through.

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