He comes to me when I sleep
In soft repose
Or when I weep
He comes to me
He has no name
He has no face
He has a presence
I can't erase
He comforts my being
He comforts my soul
He gives such peace
Makes my heart feel whole
He lets me know
Good guys still live
With need for love
Still need to give
He sits by my side
To guide To protect
Tells me who to trust
Who to suspect
When I listen
I find peace
When I don't
It will cease
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