When bedtime comes around tonight
I pray You're here with me,
'cause I am very scared, You know
of what I just might see.
Sometimes I see dark, scary stuff
that makes me hide my head,
and sometimes I hear noisy things
right underneath my bed.
But . . .
I know when You are here with me
I feel so safe and sound.
You are my very bestest friend
that I like hanging 'round.