Tired

So tired. Tonight I want to slip away into blissful slumber and dream of beautiful places where trouble is the name of a dog and hurt only happens when children scrape their knees. I want to float, weightless on the wings of butterflies and swim in a bay where dolphins play. Father, be the God of peace and hope and comfort tonight. Be butterflies and dolphins. You say that we can hide in you. I hide in you tonight and thank you for being all I need. Thank you for being love and life to me. Thank you that you know when we scrape our knees.