I tossed and turned, one night, it must have been till 3 or 4
My troubled thoughts kept me awake, I couldn’t take much more.

Just then there was a tap on my shoulder, but strangely I wasn’t afraid
The Lord appeared before be, right there where I laid

He said, “my child, you’re troubled and I’ve come to ease your mind
Give Me all your troubles . . . and surely you’ll unwind”

I got up from my rest and knelt down by my bed,
For the Lord had taken my troubles away, and lovingly cleared my head.

I got back into bed, but tears rolled down my face.
The Lord chose to touch me with his glorious and loving grace.

So when you kick the blankets, and toss the pillows in a heap,
Give all your troubles over to Jesus, rest your head and go to sleep.