Now I rise from blessed sleep.
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should wake before I die,
give me strength to work and try
to share your love with no restraint,
to know your joy, to laugh and paint
the cloudless sky with brilliant gold;
O Lord, this day may my wings unfold
and lift me closer yet to you.
Then, when this lovely day is through,
may I find my rest once more in sleep,
trusting that you watch and keep
my soul in the palm of your hand.
Amen
Shining Spirit 
Beautiful, refreshing language my friend.