It isn't until nightfall that you feel it,
The ache for rest never found.
When your head hits the pillow,
And your gaze is Heaven-bound.
You feed the anxious thoughts:
Can I trust?
Do I matter?
Am I really enough?
In this moment of transparency
You shed a fear-filled tear.
Your eyes fall heavily.
You wonder if He hears.
You sleep, then you dream.
Of all that which you hope for,
Yet never see.
