When I lay my head down to rest,  
I pray the echoes people hear,  
Are those of Jesus' Love so near,  
A melody, divinely blest.

The Echoes of Love will resonate,  
Through corridors of endless time,  
If memories in their hearts align,  
In harmonious, lyrical state.

These echoes, soft as whispered prayer,  
Travel far beyond the night,  
Carrying His radiant light,  
In every corner, everywhere.

For love, it speaks in timeless verse,  
In every action, kind and true,  
In everything we say and do,  
Its echoes through the universe.

So let us be the echo's source,  
Reflecting Jesus' love and grace,  
Spreading warmth in every place,  
Guiding hearts to love's true course.

And when we lay down, end our roam,  
May echoes of the love we've sown,  
Be the seeds in others grown,  
Guiding them to their eternal home.

January 20, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop