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.

Illustrated by Karen Sharp