Sweet dreams?

You have seen me tossing and turning through the night.

You have collected all my tears and preserved them in your bottle.

You have recorded every one in your book.

Psalm 56 v.8 (ish)

The music soft, 

the lights are low.

I want to sleep,

My mind says no.

I lay my head

on His great arm

I pray for sleep

I pray for calm.

Yet still alert

And still awake

My body weeps

My muscles ache

My mind won't rest

Won't let me sleep,

Please brain turn off

Stop counting sheep.