The art of Thomas Kinkade
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The light inside your window dimmed
And I whispered a silent prayer
"May sweet dreams come to you;
Slumber softly in peaceful bliss;
And may the good Lord shepherd you
Through the night without fear."
Know that I am thinking of you,
That I will be with you
Through this night
Even though we are apart.
I could almost hear you sigh,
The air gently crossing your lips,
As you drifted slowly into the night's embrace.
I wished to myself
And privately to God
That I could be the night
And hold you while you sleep.

Since I fell for you