sheets pulled to the masterís chin,
by the servantís hands.
of joy and praises of respect
before his face.
sleep he is comforted,
rest he is cared for.
pulled to the masterís chin.
honor, the servants wait, each standing at the bed.
he moves in his sleep, they each wait to pull the sheet.
and with quiet splendor, each wrinkle and lap removed.
to the masterís chin, the white sheet is pulled.
and time throughout the night, the servants ever watch.
is their gift to him, and they stand secure.
themselves sleepy, nor does drowsiness appear.
hands wait hovering, alert to serve this friend.
covering, they take their turn at his side, never allowing the sheet to fall.
then, to the masterís chin is the call,
again, the sheet is drawn.
love will never fail you, our love for you is so great.Ē
wish to serve you in your sleep, for your love to us is the oceanís vastness
when you are awake.Ē
he moves once more, with a smile and gleaming eye,
he knows their love is released with joy
the white sheet is pulled over him all through the night.
it is our want, our desire, our joy.
servants we are.
Servants by Ronhales Matthew 6:24