When I am very tired at night,
I do not try to pray.
I only kneel and wait awhile
To hear what God will say.
Sometimes He smiles and welcomes me
And bids me to draw near.
I almost feel His loving arms
And His whisper in my ear.
Then if I listen, oh, so still,
I almost hear Him sing
A song of golden ripened sheaves
And of the harvesting.
So that is why of all the day
My praying time is best.
When I am tired and come to Him,
He always gives me rest.

[illustration] Illustrated by Karen Sharp