It is night and all are quiet in their beds
And I am on watch over my sheep.
I have a new threshing instrument with teeth,
To make the mountains small and the crooked way straight.
I have the breath of the Holy Ghost to blow away the mist.
I have a fiery furnace to burn the chaff.
I have the two-edged sword to pierce the darkness.
I have the single eye Jesus urged,
I have that Mind in me which was in him.
You gave them to me, in this moment still,
And I will stand at their headboards
To guard their sleep, that it may be sweet.
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