Goodnight Father, Goodnight Christopher | Shoegaze Edition

Father, hear my prayer,
As Christmas is drawing near.

I poured myself a drink.

Sat there quietly,
doing nothing for a while,

until I realized

what I really needed
wasn't another sip.

A prayer,

maybe.

Father,

I haven't been alright today.

Some things mattered
less than I thought.

Some words came out too fast
to ever take back.

I know I should be wiser,

put down what isn't mine to carry,

and just breathe.

But tonight,

I'm tired.

So please,

just hear me out.

Let tomorrow's troubles
stay with tomorrow.

Each day has
enough trouble of its own.

They don't need
to follow me into sleep.

When morning comes,

let me get out of bed,
pull the curtains open,

and believe
the road has not run out.

I don't need
to wake up fearless.

If tomorrow
can only be
a little better,

even just a little from You,

I'd really need that.

And Father,

there are others.

People living through
days a little like mine.

Some I know,
some I never will,

somewhere awake tonight.

So if somebody
has no words left to pray,

let these words
be theirs too.

Let them sleep.

Don't ask them
to be brave just yet.

Let what they cannot put down
feel a little lighter tonight.

And when morning comes,

let them put
their feet on the floor.

They don't have
to go very far.

One step
is enough.

The way You got me through
nights like those,

Father,

do the same for them
tonight.

If their tomorrow
could only be
a little kinder,

maybe...

give them mine first.

Tomorrow,

we'll try again.

Just one small step
further on.

Goodnight Father

Goodnight Christopher

Amen