Retiring from an adventurous day
I enter into my room of peace.
With one last effort of muscle
I turn down the covers of my bed.
Conjuring up enough strength
I climb into the soft, warm covers.
The bed takes the burden of my body
As I zone out into rumination.
“Lord I love my bed”.
“Take note of the feeling” He replied,
“This is what it’s like in my arms”