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Singing
my head in His lap
As tears roll down my face
Sobs racking my chest
Shaking my body
Gently He holds me
His hand rubbing my back
The other caressing my cheek
The only way to calm me
Softly He sings to me
As the sobs soften
And the tears slow
my breathing becoming easier
His voice soothing me
As i slowly calm down
And exhaustion claims me
i drift off to sleep
His song in my ears
His hand caressing my cheek
The other rubbing my back
Till sleep claims Him too.
Other than the typography, which implies a divine aspect to the person of whom you write, this is a beautiful poem, and very accomplished!
Starward