| Proverbs 24:33 A little sleep A little slumber A little folding of the hands to rest As sin takes you over and you forget that you've been blessed He prowls like a roaring lion to take your soul and nothing less For your sleep your slumber your folding of the hands to rest You dream You want your desires feel like fire He dreams He wants to mold you like clay from the mire A thought A feeling and action at best While you sleep you slumber you fold your hands to rest A dimming fire your feet are ablazed ready to run toward lust you cross your fingers let out a breath as your body turns to dust What price would you pay to close your eyes and envision a bull? a shekel? or maybe your holy mission You cry you wail all for your emptiness when you sleep you slumber you fold your hands to rest |