In quiet time before I sleep,

I pray the Lord my soul to keep.

A little prayer I learned as a tot,

And as I’ve grown older have not forgot.

I have a new prayer in mind,

But, the words are hard to find.

I’ll admit, I’ve been remiss, and

Then I remembered back to k.i.s.s.

(Keep it Simple Stupid)

Now, as I look ahead, enough is said,

THANK YOU LORD, I AM NOT DEAD